“I can’t believe you failed one exam, and now you’re speaking like a delinquent,” Tracey said. “All I want is for you to be happy and live a good life, but you want to give up.”
Jioni sat still. She tried her best to avoid Tracey’s concerned eyes, her wrinkles even more prominent. Every time Jioni glanced up to check if she had calmed down, she was met with distraught. The room was so quiet that Jioni could only hear Tracey’s heavy breaths.
If only she could take her suggestion back; as Jioni was about to speak, Tracey immediately shut her down.
