Joselyn puts her head on my shoulder again. I hear cautious footsteps, Eliza coming out of the bedro

Joselyn puts her head on my shoulder again. I hear cautious footsteps, Eliza coming out of the bedroom with her face strained into a frown. A shot of cold punches my gut as I look at her face, which has an expression that for the first time, I can’t interpret. 

“We start packing today,” Eliza croaks, and Joselyn lifts her head up.

Joselyn gives a sympathetic thin-lipped smile, “Hey, you’re awake. I half expected you to sleep in,” she tries to give a dry chuckle, but silence looms.

“I know what you two were talking about,” Eliza continues, her gaze fixed away from us and her throat tight. “But I just need my best friend today, Bob, is that okay?” She looks at me without turning her head, her eye bags framing her bloodshot green eyes.

“Y-yeah, yeah, of course, hon,” I fumble over my words as I shakily sit away from Joselyn.

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