THE MISSING STAR.

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. I watched on the sidelines with my hands in my pockets. The cameras clicked and flashed at every turn, while the hall buzzed to life with each second that passed by. The national debate wasn’t supposed to be just any event; it was Sloane’s ticket to being placed on the map. I understood why she was so worried. She had too much riding on this, and all I could do was stand by her side and provide as much support as I could. I waited for her to finish in the bathroom. Since she left it, I didn’t bother going to her. She needed space, and I would give it to her. However, my chest flared with something I could not recognize. I looked around, my shoulders tense for some reason, as I waited for Sloane to walk back to me. Something wasn’t right…I just didn’t know what it was yet. The crowd buzzed to life as the moderator spoke, but all I could feel was tense. The hair on the back of my neck rose as I looked around the hall for whatever made me feel this way. After so