Her eyes might reflect sincerity but she isn't been sincere with me. She just knows how to tuck it all away and behave normal when around me.
"I want to help also," I said in determination, I am and would not give up on Val.
"How exactly can you help?" Val asked almost in mockery.
She started the car again. She knew she had dealt a big blow to me. She knew it was over, I can't say anything anymore.
How can I exactly help. How can I exactly help? How can I exactly help! I reflected on her words continuously.
By any chance, does this mean Val is looking down on me? Like I'm not her equal and she's just helping me out of pity?
I sneaked a glance at her and noticed her jaw was clenched tight. Her knuckles were turning purple from her tight grip on the steering wheel.
She's right. How can I help? I'm just some useless girl who takes advantage of people. Mr. Clark said it in the hospital. I try to utilize every opportunity I get.