There was always a detachment to her, and everyone knew it. The vulnerability she felt on the inside wasn't portrayed like most people. No, in her vulnerability there was pain and suffering and the prospects of abandonment. Lani Mahoney never liked those parts of herself nor sharing them with others to have them feel something or get to know her. In her mind it made her weak, and weakness wasn't something she could afford.
As she stepped out into the open air, on the stoop of their new warehouse that they had conveniently taken refuge, Lani wiped her hands on her shorts, took a few steps down onto the solid concrete and made a right. Her eyes were darting across the faces of the people she passed, looking for a specific feature, a specific person and soon enough she found him. "--Jude."
