Serenity turned over and gave Jasmine a light pinch. “Alright, I’ll sleep. I’m not flipping pancakes.”

Jasmine hugged her and offered comforting words. “You’re basically an elderly couple now. Mr. York loves you a lot. It’s just a miscommunication. It’ll be over before you know it. Relax and go to bed. You’re able to face another day once you get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m so lucky to have you, Jasmine. At least I have someone to talk to when I don’t feel good.”

“Duh, we go way back. I come to you when I’m feeling down too. Come on. Let’s sleep. Don’t torture yourself with all those thoughts.”

“Okay,” Serenity answered.

Her best friend’s assurance soothed Serenity to dreamland.

It was dark and quiet all around by the time Zachary arrived at the Soxes’ residence. Everybody was deep in slumberland.

He pulled up at the gate of Jasmine’s family home.

Zachary parked the car and gave Serenity another call.

Since Serenity was asleep, and her phone was on silent mode, she di