“Where is she?” Shou repeats. “Do you think something happened?”
Lye snaps his book shut, tucks it under his arm, stands.
“Where are you going?” Shou’s chair squeals as it slides across the floor.
“We, nothing. You stay here.” Lye points to Shou’s chair, until Shou sits. “I’m going to see if she’s in her room. New dosage might have her tuckered, you know how it goes.” He means to be comforting.
Shou bites his lip, looking undecided. Finally, he nods.
Lye slouches out.
Alone, Shou’s hands shake. “It wasn’t me,” he mumbles, though no one asked. “I couldn’t have.”