Despite how I felt about seeing her alive and moving, she obviously didn't feel the same about me.
When the elevator doors opened and revealed Amy hovering over her in a wheel chair, she looked at me and scowled as if I'd said something offensive.
"Jessica! I'm so happy to see you alive and looking so well!" I said, smiling and walking up to her despite the bad looks she was giving me.
My headmistress always told us to kill people with kindness, and that's exactly what I intended to do.
"I told her she needed to stay home and get her strength back," Amy said. "But she insisted on coming in."
"To do work?" I said, horrified. I had lied about her looking well. She looked terrible. Exhausted, gaunt, and feeble on top of her anger and ... was it fear?
There was something else behind her
