"Good day, Aprile!"
"Good day, Serena. Why is your voice like this, are you crying?" she inquired suspiciously. "Where are you right now? Let's meet there!"
"I'm fine," she pretended, patting her damp nose. "I just wanted to express my sincere thanks for your assistance during this difficult time."
"Oh, no! Are you really going?"
Aprile's recalls her closest friend's idea from their most recent meeting in Central Park. Serena Wilson will leave New York on her own someday.
"For the best," she replied, tears welling up in her eyes, as John F. Kennedy International Airport was no longer her final destination. "Until we meet again!"
"Wait a minute, Serena! Please allow me to accompany you..."
Gadgets have been entirely turned off in order to leave no trace in this metropolis. She became overcome with emotion, and her mind was frantic after returning from Dallas.
