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 up out of his seat and strode over to her. He clasped both hands on her arms, near her elbows. “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 purse. “Let it go.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“Look, if you don’t say anything and I don’t tell anyone, no one will know.” He wanted to reach for her pursue, but something told him that would only make her angry.
A silence fell upon the two friends as Lexi stared at the purse and Chris looked at the ground.
She took two steps forward, which made Chris think she was going to pace the room again, but to his surprise, Lexi sat down on the seat he originally occupied. “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. “Chris, I’m going to tell.”
He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Good.”