POV: JASMINE
"Miss? Miss? Are you okay?" A soft, feminine voice filtered into my haze. My eyelids fought me as I forced them open, squinting against the harsh strip lights above. My face was sticky with dried tears, and my throat felt like sandpaper.
"Uh… Yeah…" I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice, my confusion colliding with panic. Where… Where was I? Oh, shit! I was still in the convenience store. I sat on the floor and cried until I dozed off.
"Are you sure you are okay, ma'am?" The lady spoke again, and I took in her appearance. She was a janitor. She stood a few feet away, mop in hand, her brow pulled together with concern. Her blue uniform looked like it had seen too many shifts and not enough sleep, but her voice was kind and soft.
