#Chapter81 Fear
MJ didn't know who to trust anymore. She couldn't even trust herself, so how was she going to trust anyone else?
/"MJ!/" She sat up abruptly at the sound of her brother calling her name. Had she been sleeping on the couch? She turned around to find Jorge standing next to the couch, where she was seated. /"How long have I been sleeping?/" She asked, looking around her while stretching her arms.
/"I don't know, I just got home and found you here. Are you okay?/" He asked with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He was wearing a grey three-piece suit, a jacket on his shoulder and his shirt rolled up. MJ remained quiet and smoothed over her dress. Jorge sighed and sat down next to her. /"Wanna talk about it?/" He asked, but MJ remained silent. /"Were you crying?/" Jorge asked.
MJ's head snapped in his direction, but he remained unfazed, taking this chance to study her face. Her eyes were puffy, and her nose red, her face tearstained.
