Cruz left the room with Presley and Anderson, unsure who he was feeling more concerned about. Both of the people he loved most in the world were hurting and he wasn’t sure who needed his help more.
Presley slipped her hand into his and leaned her head against his shoulder and twisted her lips sideways. He recognized the expression as one she made when she was struggling with what to say and was thinking about her next words.
Anderson though, walking on the other side of him was unusually stoic, nothing to say and pensive. His features were schooled into a mask Cruz never saw on his friend before and it was causing Cruz to be very worried for whatever thoughts were going on in his head.
“Did I make a mistake?” Presley suddenly blurted out.
“You think he should have been set free?” Ande
