I couldn’t say how long I stayed there, crying on the floor of the library, listening to Francium sobbing through the phone, but it was a long time. The crack in the New Moon’s panel hadn’t shrunk or grown, but it seemed to grow darker above me.
Soon, I heard movement. There was no more sobbing or words, but I heard him walking away from the phone. I listened and waited to hear something else, but there was nothing but silence. T
Then, the call dropped.
I felt my resolve start to build.
I couldn’t stay here.
I couldn’t let anyone know what had happened.
The campus wasn’t safe, and there was nothing more that I could do.
I stood and walked slowly through the halls, walking back the way I had run. I found my shoes and noted the new damage in the halls, great, wide cracks in the
