"Are you okay, Clarissa ?" she asked, placing her garden scissors down on the floor and walking over to me. I nodded my head, sniffing up the moisture from the inside of my nose.
"Just bad memories," I answered her unasked question.
She nodded her head as if she understood exactly what I meant, but did she? If she's worked for Saint for as long as she had, she must've seen worse.
"What kind of memories?" she asked.
The need to tell her that my mother and uncle were heavy on my mind, stained my tongue. There was nothing more that I wanted than to confide in somebody. However, Saint's 'trust no one' was all I could hear.
"I'll come find you later and we can talk about it," I lied with a tight smile spreading across my face.
Her eyes told me that she knew I wasn't going to find her l
