Rachel's POV

I opened my mouth in shock as I stared at the disconnected phone. Why did Marina sound so agitated over the phone? What was going on?

"Rachel's what's wrong?" Ethan asked with worry etched on his face.

Argh... I would hate to do this now, but Marina sounded really urgent.

I stood up abruptly, picking my bag from the bench before looking back at Ethan, who was already off the bench.

"I have to go." The moment I said that a small pout appeared on Ethan's lips before it disappeared and turned into a frown. "Why? What happened?" He asked walking closer.

"Marina just called, and she sounded...