The look in his eyes made my heart clench. It was all I could do not to go to him. It was all I could do not to pull him to myself, to ask what was wrong, to soothe his pain so that that haunted look would leave his eyes. Why was he so sad? What made him feel that way? Was it me? No, that was impossible. I wasn’t that important to Louis. Before I could try to figure it out anymore, he broke eye contact and turned away from me to watch the empty field, waiting like the rest of us to watch the first volunteers take the...