Fallen Star (part 30)

Jodi looked from the six-sided star tattoo on the back of the lady’s hand to her plump, rosy-cheeked face. “I want to know what happened,” she said.

The tattooed lady frowned sympathetically. “You know what happened.”

“I know mom was killed—” Jodi stopped, her throat constricting with emotion. She closed her eyes, willing herself to go find her “happy place”—a technique Dr. Mitchell was teaching her.

“I suspect it would be hard to keep a happy place inside you right now.” The tattooed lady’s voice was quiet, kind.

Jodi nodded. She covered her face with her hands, unable to stop the tears. She hated crying in front of anyone.

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