Calista
“Please answer me, Calista.”
“I don’t think you want to know,” I put the scripts back into my bag and was about to put it over my shoulder but she helped it mid-air.
“I do, Calista. I am tired of tip-toeing and turning a blind eye to your life issues. I want to help and I really care for you, Calista. Let me help.”
“Ruth, you can’t help. Nobody can, it’s not an ideal world. But I think I have found a way to protect myself and I am done being the victim.” By the end of the statement, my voice was hoarse. Ruth’s eyes widened and a look of appreciation covered her face. “I would really appreciate it if there was something, you wanted to tell me which I don’t know already.”
I don’t know what it was, maybe a gut feeling I know Ruth knew something, she was hiding something from me.
