Chapter Fifteen
I almost don't turn the TV on, but I know that isn't really an option for me. I need to know if Bram is the person from outside the city they're going to execute.
Logically, I'm aware that if my identity is known, they'd have already been over to arrest me, and I'd be sharing the metaphorical scaffold with Bram. But that doesn't settle my nerves.
Not for the first time since the announcement, I find myself longing to reach out to Oscar and ask him to come watch with me. But I know it isn't an option. If I do that, he'll know something is wrong, and press me to tell him what it is. In my current state, I may even cave and tell him.
Which means I can't ask him for help. Not this time, no matter how much I want it.
I perch on the edge of my sofa and stare at the screen. M
