Rachel's POV

Joyce had this frank air around her and it was impossible to miss, but that was exactly what I was looking for right now.

A frank and honest person, not just to tell me the truth about how I looked but also in my life as well. One that wouldn't lie or betray me for any reason.

" Joyce be frank, I can take it. How bad do I look?" Considering how many times that bitch of a warder slapped me, I was thinking eight or nine.

"Well..." She clinked her tongue, ...