“Jocelyn?” She called again.
“Yes, it's me,” I finally replied.
The big woman tilted her head to the side as she continued to examine me. Her eyes moved from my face to my hands and legs. She clearly noticed my wounds. I could tell by how her face fell as she studied me. “Have you been okay?” She asked, breaking the awkward silence.
I didn't dare to look her in the eyes so I kept my head down. “I’ve been fine, thanks for asking.”
She sat down beside me and with a finger, she lifted my head. “Jocelyn, look at me.”
In her eyes, I could see pity swirling through them with a few ounces of guilt that made the air around us even more awkward.
Time hadn't been good to her. Aging lines were prominent on her face and her eyes lacked the luster they held back then. From the way she squinted h
