In the hour she waited, Jioni held her breath and didn’t move an inch. Branches from the bush poked at her sides and made her skin itch. But she remained still, and Agents searched but couldn’t find her. Once the commotion died down, with no ruffling bushes or loud steps, she made the careful tread toward Emmitt’s clinic.
Jioni remained in several bushes, and behind the trees, she crept into alleyways and kept a watchful gaze. A sense of regret overwhelmed her; the sinking feeling refused to go away.
