The Need To Be Wary

WHITNEY'S POV

As I lay on my bed soon after Henry left my room, I drifted off to sleep. I slept for almost an hour and when I woke up, I felt invigorated. My mind drifted to my encounter with Luther in his room but I quickly banished the thought.

I was feeling bored and claustrophobic in my room, so, I decided to go to the packhouse even though I don't like going there because of the boys that often pester me.

I sat up for some seconds and thought about Henry. I recall how upset he was when I narrated the ordeal I suffered at the hands of Luther and how he stormed out of my room to confront him.

It's been over an hour since he left and I expect him to come back to tell me how it went. Why is he taking so long? Has he left Luther's room and decided to rest and he is now in his room? Or has he gotten into a fight with Luther and he has probably injured him? Has Luther killed him for confronting him? Could Henry's corpse be lying in Luther's room? I became alarmed as so many thoughts f