NELISSA’S POV
With arms folded, I watch Alana from where I am perched by the door's lintel.
Her eyes dart over to me again, like she awaits some form of go ahead from me. There's something else in her eyes. Though I am unable to decipher what exactly it is, I catch a hint of fear and uncertainty lurking.
Rahlia's fingers brushes the skin of her elbow and Alana's attention is once again drawn back to her.
"Uhm..." She clears her throat and begins to fumble the neckline of her tattered dress. I notice the shift in temperature, my eyes narrowing in on the beads of sweat sipping through her sweat pores before I snap out of my intense need to see and know what exactly she is feeling. With her current disposition, it feels unnice to scrutinize her this thoroughly.
Alana continues but her vo
