I know I’m right.

I’m sure of it.

Yet everyone was looking at me strangely, as if I just said something in an alien language.

“What?” I asked, scanning everyone’s face.

“Georgia, Bucky isn’t here anymore.” Perry said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. The hazy light from the oil lamp suspended to the roof made everyone’s faces shadowed. That had to be the reason everyone’s faces looked so grim, didn’t it?

“Bucky isn’t here, Georgia.” Perry repeated.

“I know, he’s out getting supplies. We’ll debrief him on the plan when he gets back.” I said.

“No, Georgia.” Madeline said, grabbing my shoulders. “Bucky’s dead.”

“No. Bucky’s getting supplies.

“Georgia, listen. You saw it with your own eyes.”

“Bucky’s not dead.” My voice demanded. Before anyone could say another word I stormed from the room.

Someone had to have brainwashed them, I couldn’t believe they thought Bucky was dead.

He’s out getting supplies.

Just like he told me.

He has to be.

He is.