Silver's words echoed long after she'd left the rink.
You don't know me.
She'd thrown them like blades, sharp enough to cut through whatever look Eli had been giving her. And maybe sharp enough to slice herself in the process, because her chest still felt raw the next day.
By evening, campus was wrapped in heavy gray skies. The forecast had called for flurries, but New Haven didn't believe in half-measures. By the time Silver left the library, snow was already falling thick and fast, coating the sidewalks in white.
She tightened her scarf and shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. The brace under her leggings pinched with every step, but she pushed forward. She wasn't going to wait out a snowstorm in a library full of midterm zombies.
The wind cut hard, driving snow into her face. She ducked her head, squinting, boots slipping on the slick sidewalk. For a second, she almost wished she'd stayed inside.
"Hey."
The voice carried over the storm.
