Chapter Hundred-Twelve

CHAPTER HUNDRED -TWELVE

*I intend to keep up with this facade for as long as I can until I'm better*

"Are you sure it's going to work, Hannah? After everything that happened? Do you think he will forgive me?" Janice muttered, rubbing her tumefy nose.

But to go see him face to face? She simply can't bring herself to.

The guilt churning in her stomach just won't go away.

*"Telling you is okay is not going to magically take the pang of guilt spewing in her stomach"* Hannah's voice rang in her head again.

She was right. Whatever Hannah may say to her will never take away or in any way completely obliterate the pang of guilt knotting in her stomach.

A hint of nausea grazed her stomach, making her hazy.

Hannah's warm hand jolted her back to the present and eased the growing pain in her stomach a little.

She breathed out deeply and force a smile on her friend.

"Are you okay, Jane? You suddenly look pale."

She nodded frantically, with a tight-lipped smile plastered on her face.