Dana smiled lightly at her. Alice was confused. She couldn’t read what was on that face.

“Hi.” Dana greeted.

“Dane do you know what time is it now? I was about to go to bed.” Alice knew Dana was up with something but couldn’t help herself from feeling angry at the tennis player.

“Sorry can I come in now I can explain.” Dana asked.

“Sure.” Alice said in a cold voice.

There was a silence in the living room. Dana was seated on the couch where Alice opted for the single seat in front of the couch.

“Sorry.” Dana said out of nowhere. “Shane was there so I thought we better talk about it in private; you know just you and me.”

“So what are we going to talk about?” Alice asked.

Dana took a deep breath and looked at Alice. Alice raised her eyebrows.

“I can’t play this game with you anymore Al. I surrender.” Dana put her palms up in a defeated manner.

“What do you mean Dane? What happened?” Alice had to fight the urge to run to the tennis player and held her close.

Dana took another deep breath. She walked to the journalist and kneeled in front of her. She pursed her lips trying to look for the correct wording.  Alice on the other hand was scared like shit. She looked onto the couch Dana seated earlier and saw a file the tennis player brought in with her earlier. She gazed at it intently; well it looked like a medical report or….shit! Suddenly Alice came to her senses.

“Oh my god Dane are you sick? You have cancer or something?”

Dana was surprised. Alice looked about to burst out in tears any moment. She couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sight.

“What? Is that true? Oh Dane I will be by your side looking after you and….” She was cut off by Dana.

“No Al is not…..” Before Dana could finish Alice was on the floor hugging her tightly.

“Wha….aaaaaa” Dana was almost out of breath as Alice tightened her arms around her neck.

“Dane please don’t leave me. There are a lot of things I want you to know and I don’t think I can live without you.” Alice was sobbing uncontrollably. Dana broke the hug and pulled away from the journalist. She couldn’t help but to ask Alice what she meant. She waited until her breathing became normal.