Chapter 115

• "Did you hear that Dylan was arrested? Even Mr. Gavini! I wonder what's going on with this school," Emerald overheard one of the girls whispering to her friend as she slowly shuffled out of her last class of the day, her spirit weighed down by sorrow. Technically, it wasn't the final period for everyone, but for Emerald, who was already exhausted from the incessant chatter about Mr. Collin's resignation and how much they missed him, the day felt complete. All she wanted was to retreat to a solitary place.
• At that moment, Emerald craved nothing more than to gaze blankly into the distance and fervently pray for Andrew's safe return. She knew she must appear foolish for holding on to the hope that Andrew was still alive. After all, it had been almost two weeks since the incident, and there had been no signs of him. Her prayers felt increasingly futile.
• Yet, the absence of any evidence confirming his death lingered in her thoughts. Unlike others, no charred remains of Andrew had been discovered amidst the wreckage. Yes, while they had yet to fully clear the debris, the site was nearly finished, and it was highly improbable that a body could remain either burned or trapped beneath it. Trust her; she had checked.