On the way to the principal's office, I fought with myself. On one hand, I wanted them to call Thomas and for him to manage his son, simultaneously hoping that Jude would have enough of being abused and run away from home.
On the other hand, I couldn't let them call Thomas, in fear that he would also discover that there was a fire. My intuition was screaming at me that I couldn't let him find out.
Jude walked behind me, and I could hear his even steps. His calmness vexed me so much that I nearly snapped at him a few times.
Why was I the only one worrying when this wasn't even about me? In a corner where there were no cameras or students, I stopped and turned around,
"Do you understand the consequences of your actions?" I asked him quietly.
"I do." He answered simply, unimpressed.
"No, you do not." I came closer to him, whispering,
"The fire and now this, it is just a matter of time until you are caught."