93. You Have to Believe Me

Rima’s POV

"Jenny" I murmured, my voice cloaked in caution. My mind was a whirlwind of questions, chief among them being how much of my conversation she had overheard.

She was a statue in the hallway, her wide eyes locked onto mine, her features frozen in a mask of shock. Her stillness was a deafening silence that spoke volumes, hinting that she had caught more than just fragments of my desperate plea.

Without a word, I reached out and took her arm, my fingers closing around her wrist with a firm but gentle grip. I led her into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind us with an air of finality. Enclosed within the stark white walls, we were in our own world, a world swirling with secrets and desperate decisions.

"Jenny" I repeated, my voice firmer now, a sharp edge hidden beneath the softness, intended to yank her back from the precipice of her shock.

She blinked, her eyes clearing as she focused on me. Gathering herself, she found her voice “You’re not going anywhere, Rima. Jacob