Chapter 25: Much Needed Break
"What am I supposed to tell him when we get back?" Virgil clenched his jaw, eyeing the cup seriously-if only he could burn a hole in it by staring, the cup would've been broken already-and tapping it with his finger. Diana angled her body to him and opened her mouth to say something, but instead, slowly moved her hand to his albeit hesitantly and gently touched his wrist. "It'll be fine. We'll find a way. . . like we always have." He grinned. "I wish I had your optimism." Alecia flickered her eyes between Virgil and Diana, curiosity filling her. But before either of them could notice, she quickly averted her gaze and took a sip from her cup. From the corner of her eye, she observed Chuck who still busied himself by his desk. "So. . ." Norah started, uncertainty washing over her count
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