Eliza looks at Joselyn with the same apathetic look she’s had, even though her eyes are scream

Eliza looks at Joselyn with the same apathetic look she’s had, even though her eyes are screaming for help. I wish I could just help, even just make her laugh, but I can tell she doesn’t even want to hear my voice.

“I’ll see you at the house, Bob,” she says to me. Eliza looks at me and for a moment, just a moment, a glimmer of hope appears. But before I can put a pin on what the hope is, it goes away as fast as it came. 

Eliza looks towards Joselyn, fiddling with her keys in her hand. “Let’s get my stuff moved.” Joselyn nods and places a hand on my shoulder to give some reassurance before she leaves after Eliza.

“The French toast offer still stands,” Catalina says.

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