Eliana's POV
After locking the door, my first instinct was to rush Derrick into the room. Then I remembered that my annoying, nosy roommate was absent and I had him sit in the living room instead. He settled into the rarely occupied couch with a heavy sigh. The sigh fell somewhere between an exhausted and a worried one. I took my seat beside him, leaving only a few inches between us. None of us said anything for the first few minutes and I was left wondering what was going through his mind.
Mine was blank, after spending the last few hours torturing myself with the different ways my session with the committee would go. It was safe to say that I was f****d because none of them had ended well. If I couldn't even survive the interrogation in my head where I had control, what was I to expe
