J'anna listens to him quietly. The things he was telling her were things she knew nothing about. Not who Stephanie was or how important she had been, the fine details about Giselle, this friend named Rose. She was left with only more questions. Was the child his? Where was she now? Was she alright? Was he alright? What did he need?
But there was one question that burned and J'anna sat silent for several minutes before she could even find the courage to give it voice.
"What am I to you?"
Her voice was more of a whispered squeak than anything else and she felt her entire body burn with knots of fear that the answer might be a familiar one, one she'd heard over and over and over in life: you're a good friend, J'anna.
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