Jasmine grabbed her bag and made to leave the room, but Zoey grabbed her wrist and their eyes met.
“You don't have to do this alone,” Zoey whispered softly, her voice filled with concern and worry in her eyes.
“More reason I have to do this alone, sister.” Jasmine forced a smile and gently wriggled her wrist out of Zoey's grip.
“Let me walk you to the door then. It's been a while since we spent time together, you're just coming here to give me food.” She teased with a smile that beamed on her face.
Jasmine gave a nod, and they walked to the door.
“You should go back now, Zoey.” Jasmine's last word came out louder than she expected.
Without uttering a word, just a nod, Zoey walked back into the room while Jasmine pulled open the door.
“Zoey?” A familiar voice jolted her, grasping Jas
