Lexi paced across the room, her fingers laced behind her.
“Are you done?” Chris asked with his eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know what to do.”
Chris got out of his seat and strode over to her. He clasped both hands on her arms. “You don’t have to know everything, Lexi.”
She bit down on her lip, flinching from the pain. “But—”
“Stop. It was one honest mistake. You can’t hold that against yourself for the rest of your life.” Chris released his hold on Lexi and pointed at her leather purse. “Let it go.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“Look if you don’t say anything, and I don’t tell anyone, no one else will know. He wanted to reach for her purse, but something told him that would only make the situation worse.
A silence fell upon the two friends as Lexi stared at him while Chris looked at the ground.
She took two steps forward, which made him think she was going to pace the room again, but to his surprise Lexi sat down on the seat he occupied originally. “I’m going to be in so much trouble.” She buried her head into the crook of her elbow.
“You’re going to be fine.” He patted her back. “It’ll be fine.”
Her head shot up. “I’m going to tell, Chris.”
Even though Lexi couldn’t see him, he nodded like he knew all along what she would do.