Luke’s pov
“I’m just saying. She only did what we all wanted to do, right?” Devin, my cousin, points out.
I quietly nibble on a piece of fruit, unable to stomach anything else. My family talks around me, discussing Hannah and what they’ve heard. On the other hand, my mind is racing to find a solution.
“Oh, shut it, boy. She is not like us, and she knows that. Wrong is wrong,” my mother, Suzanne, says, giving me more berries.
Devin says something else just as my stepfather joins us, patting me on the back as he takes a seat beside me.
“Have you heard, son?” he asks.
I keep from rolling my eyes. He’s a nice enough guy and has been with my mother for a long time, but his endearments get to me sometimes, times like now.
“Yeah,” I answer. He exhales.
“I can’t believe they locked her up for that, there is punishment, but death seems extreme for such a crime,” he sighs.
I gasp, dropping my fruit in surprise.
