Amaya
As I drove down to see Jolene, I felt as though there was a damn war going on inside my head. I couldn’t make any sense of my thoughts, but I knew seeing my sister was going to help remind me what exactly my priorities were right now.
“I’m here to see Jolene.” I put my hand down on the reception desk, and the woman slowly raised her gaze to meet mine. She looked tired. I knew the feeling. I had barely slept all night, tossing and turning back in my own bed once I’d made it back to my apartment.
“Go right up,” the woman replied, waving her hand toward the stairs after she checked my credentials. I headed up to Jolene’s room and opened the door, plastering a big smile on my face so she wouldn’t guess the turmoil that was running through my head right now.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, whee
