"Aw," She pouts, "You look so lean and tired, didn't they feed you?"
I chuckle again.
"I can't wait to pump you up with food again and get you fat." Then she squeezes my hands, "Don't worry I'm here, no one can hurt you anymore. You'll tell me everything when you're ready." She pulls me into another hug, "Let's go to the car." She grabs my bags.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and follow her. She knows me so well to realize that I'm awfully quiet, if I had a great time at Campeek! I would've joyfully told her all about it the first I saw her but I don't say anything and carry on a sad face; she knows something is wrong and she's open to comfort me.
At this point, I don't know if Lennon has told her everything and she's pretending not to know or she doesn't truly know.
Once in the car, I squeeze myself deep in the seat, trying to provide my body with some heat.
"Isn't Jenny going home with us?"
The sound of Jenny's name makes me nauseous.
