Fatal Relations
I was catching up with my old friend Clarissa on social media after almost a decade when she asked whether I would like to meet her the following day, around noon. I said yes. We met at a mall with a marvellous marble floor and had some hot chocolate with marshmallows. There was a lot to catch up on, from our various jobs to her marrying a cop. Clarissa and I wrapped up our chat a couple of hours later and went our separate ways. However, my phone rang a few minutes later when I stopped at a market. To my surprise, it wasn’t even my phone that was in my pocket. The Caller ID said it was ‘Rob’; the only person that came to mind was Clarissa’s husband. ‘Wait, did I accidentally take her phone?’ I answered the call; Rob sounded furious. “Clarissa, where the hell are you?” “I’m sorry, but I’m Clarissa’s friend, Danielle. Our phones have gotten switched.” “Stop lying! You’re covering for her, aren’t you?” “What? I’m telling you the truth.” “Tell her she can’t hide from me.” Rob cut the call...