When we pulled up to the university, we were almost late for class. I shuffled into class so that Sebastian could take his time before returning. The class was a three-hour continuous one that fried the students' brains. Mostly the post-graduates and doctorate students attended it with a few undergraduates overestimating themselves. It was an advanced class in victimology and restorative justice.
Sebastian hadn't told me what today's class was about, so I was in the dark about this. I was talking to individual students, taking questions about the course and date of submissions when Sebastian walked in. I nodded towards him and walked towards the end of the class.
"In today's class, we will be evaluating torture and its effects on the victim." My eyes shot to him, my hands pausing over the keyboard. Was this why he had kept it from me? He glanced at me passively and didn't even acknowledge it.
