Josie
I stared at Marcy like she had two heads.
I couldn't believe that everything was falling apart in just one day.
The drama with the triplets. Now my mom tried to commit suicide?
What the heck?
Did the moon goddess nurse a special hatred for me, or something?
"….with the information now?…Marcy?"
"Huh?" I was jerked out of my thoughts, my eyes straying to Marcy again.
"I was asking what you were going to do now?" she said, walking towards me. "Do you feel the need to go back to the slums? Because that's kinda like, what your face is telling me."
My legs wobbled beneath me, the world spinning before my eyes.
I was suddenly weak, at a loss for what to do at this moment.
I felt a hand swiftly grab me by the arm, pulling me forward, and that was when I realized I'd almost fallen face-down.
"Josie.." Marcy called in a soft voice, a tinge of concern behind it, "are you okay?"