Jioni’s eyes widened as fear took over every inch of her body. Her shaking hands put the letter back in the satchel.
Of course. Jolene had to report her. Nothing got past that nutjob’s eyes, not even at 1 am.
She wanted to stay; she had plans to. But what would Geogen do to her if she stood still after verbally confessing about leaving? Jioni needed to leave; she couldn’t; she had to. She needed to stay. Her head throbbed so violently that she held it.
But with all the new concerns, something else struck her—Brandon didn’t sign the letter. The letter was obviously still from him, an act of treason against Geogen, but also an act of compassion towards her. Guilt soon took over fear.
Jioni put on the satchel and took slow steps towards the creaked door. She needed to leave. With her hand on the handle, she froze. Brandon was right; she should stay. Her arm felt heavier and then wobblier, not due to the injury this time. After second thoughts, her hand fell off the door handle and to her side. Jioni shook her head and walked in the opposite direction. She’ll find something for payment. She had to.
