#Chapter 35 I don't want to be your friend

Rachel POV

Rachel's Bedroom

"Hello? Tyler?"

I couldn't help the breathlessness I was experiencing as the phone line was answered. It felt as if there hadn't even been enough time for it to ring and suddenly there was the sound of someone else on the line.

Breathing.

How could I identify Tyler from the way he breathed alone?

"Who else would be answering my phone at this hour?"

I smiled at his grumpy response. He sounded tired. I wondered how bad things were for him if Dylan had felt pressured to come to me in person to appeal for my help.

"I don't know. Magda has answered before."

"Magda is never here later than six. She's got to be home for her grandkids."

I gave a fond thought to the older woman who was Tyler's personal housekeeper. Magda had always been a comforting presence in the house. She'd been there before me and it felt fitting she was there after I'd gone.

I realized