Chapter 12
Jessie had never seen her parents quite so remorseful. Truth was, they were too hung up on being right to ever feel remotely apologetic or contrite. But there they were, sheepishly drinking their herbal tea in what Reena had now dubbed The Parlor.
The transformation that had been slowly taking over her was complete now. She no longer felt like Jessie Ferguson, a teen adrift with no center, no balance, and no direction. She carried herself slightly differently than she had a day ago, or even an hour ago. Her previous ultra-boring, entertain-me-now, drug-enhanced life was over, and her real life had finally become an interesting place to be.
Jessie walked across the parlor to sit on the antique yellow and gold settee facing them. As much as she had always wanted to hear them grovel, she was far more interested in examining the outcome of her journey in the privacy of her room.
Reena looked pained. "Jess, please do try to see things from our perspective."