Chapter 6

Joslyn shambled out of her room and down into the living area, her gaze glued to the screen of the mobile phone in her hand. She had her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying the flesh as her deeply furrowed eyebrows marred her already fatigued countenance even more.

Although it was now nearing noon and she had just woken up, having crashed almost immediately Sigourney and Gabriel left yesterday, her bones still felt like mush in her body and the skin beneath her eyes still housed dark circles with heavy eye-bags.

Jet lag was a bitch.

Sighing, Joslyn plopped onto her couch as she stared expectantly at her phone, awaiting a response to the text she had sent. No sooner had she sat down, did she stand up again and begin pacing, sifting her fingers through her silver strands with the roots being her natural ebony color. Her phone finally pinged and her gaze snapped to the device as she hastily opened the text and read. The hope in her eyes slowly dimmed then extinguished at her father'