Lydia didn’t think that Andre would want to see her, so she hung to the back of the group as they went into comfort him. They’d cleared her of any association with her brother’s crimes, and verified that her loyalties were not split, but she wasn’t sure how much that would really mean to Andre right now, and she understood that entirely.
But he pushed through the crowd quickly, taking both of her hands in his, and looking at her so desperate and sad that she almost wanted to cry. She hated seeing him like this. “Please, is there anything you know? Any idea of what he might have done to him?”
She did start to tear up as she shook her head. “I’m sorry. Whatever this is—he learned it after I left. I didn’t even know we were capable of something like this.”
Andre nodded, and dropped her hands. “Okay. But if you think of anything?”
“You’ll be the first to know, I promise you.” Andre nodded again, offered her a broken sort of smile, and then turned to address the others who had come to wish him well.
Tristan approached, bringing over his own level of awkward, but he offered her a smile as well. “Don’t beat yourself up. You know he doesn’t blame you, right?”
“I know. But, I love Reed too. If you thought there might be even the tiniest of memories that might be able to him out, wouldn’t you go a little crazy trying to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything?” Tristan’s lack of answer was an answer enough. “Yeah. I’m going to go look through old journals, or something. Try to pretend I’m being helpful. Let me know if Andre needs anything.”
“Will do.” Lydia walked away, allowing herself to believe that everyone in that room wasn’t watching her walk away with a judgement.