#Chapter 102 Volunteer

Grace I really hoped that the people on the other side weren't coming in to spit at me. The door opened, and a small group of familiar faces walked in. They didn't seem pissed off with me at the moment, and they were all dressed in comfortable-looking clothing. Their lack of anger filled me with a sense of hope. I recognized most of them - people I'd encountered over the years in town. Dave was among them, the kind and reliable soul who had worked at the local grocery store for as long as I could remember. Then, there was Sarah, the compassionate nurse from Mooncrest Hospital, known for her unwavering dedication to her patients. She'd helped deliver Cecil. Frank, the retired police officer with an unshakable sense of duty, was also with them. He'd given me my first ticket when I was an undergraduate and causing a drunken scene. I knew the others, though I couldn't remember their names. I turned to them, trying to seem calm and in control. Frank scoffed and looked at Eason. "