Did she even know him anymore?
She reached her dorm and found her room empty. Good. She didn’t have the energy to deal with Willow. She didn’t even have the energy to deal with her own chaotic emotions. Why couldn’t God have invented a Pensieve like in the J. K. Rowling books, a bowl she could dump her thoughts into and pull them out one by one to examine them until they were organized? Under control.
She slumped onto her bed. Would she ever feel joy again? They had moved Reuben’s arraignment to this afternoon. He could be home by tonight. They could spend tomorrow working on their lab and hand it in first thing Monday. But would it ever be the same? Would it ever feel like it had before?
She squeezed silent tears from the corners of her eyes. Why hadn’t he told her? And what would happ
