Chapter Eighteen
Savage:
“You did it. We did it,” I said, crossing my legs.
Adeline sat right beside me with a cigarette in her hand. She didn't seem to be happy for a moment like this, but I assumed she was just trying to play it cool, so I dismissed her gloominess.
“Isn't it great that we're that generation that's finally taking action to change everything?” I added.
“Savage. There's something you should know.” Her voice came out soft.
Without turning to look at her, I demanded, “What?”
“She…” She began, but then paused, as if hesitant to tell me.
I didn't ask. I just waited, letting the silence press the words out of her chest.
“She's not dead.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
I tilted my neck, not in shock or disbelief, but to check her face for a hint of a joke. But I got none.
She was probably tweaking.
I turned my neck back, scoffing as I stood up to my feet, turning back towards the door to the main building.
“Listen to me. I'm serious.”
Serious?
“I’m not up for your lit
