Chapter One Hundred And Forty Three

As she walked down the path to the restaurant where she was supposed to be meeting Roberts, she saw people steal glances at her before looking away in disgust.

However, she did not blame them because she knew that if it were in the past, she would have done the same. Especially when it had to do with watching a tattered-looking lady walk down the road. A lady who only a few months back she used to live the good life.

Still on her feet, finding her way to the local restaurant, Jessica looked down at herself. Her shirt had holes in places it had no business having holes in.

The black material was so faded and thin that it looked like a strong wind could tear it off her body. Her trousers were muddied at the knees and the ankles with way too many rips to be termed fashionable. And her converses? They were a sight to see.

With the way the soles squeaked as she took steps, it was obvious that it had seen better days and it was ready to fall apart at any time.

Her hair, her luscious hair w