It had been six days since Celeste had left. Lucy felt like her nerves were shot and she was losing her mind. She felt so anxious all the time and desperate for Celeste.
“You need to relax. Obviously, it can’t be too bad because you’re still here,” Noah whispered in class. Lucy tapped her pencil mindlessly on the table, completely oblivious to the many disgruntled stares from classmates.
“They could have just already taken her off. She could be dead - a pile of ash now. I’m just here awaiting punishment,” Lucy argued. Noah reached over and put his hand over hers to stop the pencil tapping. Lucy glanced at him and realized what she had been doing.
“I think you’re overreacting,” Noah continued. “The counsel moves quickly. They would have executed you both and made examples out of you - together.”
Lucy eyed him down.
“You are not helping. It hasn’t been that long, they still could.”
Noah rolled his eyes.