Nefretiri
Jessica stares at me, and I know she doesn't believe me.
Pulling my phone out, I showed her the date.
"Two weeks?" she mutters, looking down at her work. "It felt like months."
"Rabbit hole has no time or space, does it?" I repeat the words Ricky once told me.
"No," She agrees.
"Move your papers, eat your food," I command. Motioning with my hand.
As if in a trance, Jessica does as I order. Gathering her papers and setting them on the bed before coming back to sit down.
"Eat," I push the tray towards her.
"Why are you helping me?" Jessica takes the fork and picks up a piece of cold chicken.
Would she believe me if I told her the truth? Probably not. I was worried for her. Maybe I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it.
"You're no good to me like this," I tell her instead. "I need your help."
The answer seems to satisfy her, and she starts eating.
