"Locker rooms leak secrets."
Silver stared at Carroway's text for a full minute before deleting it without responding.
Whatever he wanted, she didn't care anymore. She had other things to worry about. Like whether she'd actually show up at the rink tonight like she'd half-promised Eli.
The sound of rubber pucks slamming against boards echoed through Ingalls Rink long before Silver reached the stands. It was late afternoon, the kind of gray New Haven day where the cold felt personal. The bleachers were mostly empty except for a few students bundled in Yale blue scarves, their breaths misting in the chilled air.
Eli had told her practice was open today. "Low-stakes," he'd said. But the tension hanging over the ice told a different story.
