Jocelyn’s eyes darted to her sister’s as uncertainty battled with self-preservation within her. The urge to blurt everything out and beg for help was strong. But on the back of that impulse was the feeling of fear. Fear that she could be trusting the wrong people and fear that maybe they might not be willing to help her.
Sure, she mused, they had helped her get her son back. But would they want to fight a battle with so many unknowns? Unknown opponent, unknown number of enemy forces, unknown danger. Why would these people put themselves in danger for strangers they just met?
Then again, admitting out loud how far she had fallen down a dark hole of vengeance was too bitter a pill to swallow. And apparently, her sister agreed, because Diane gave her barely there head shake. They were not w
