counter-doc = MY terms or fuck it
Adrian has to EARN this not just apologize his way back in
sorry is a starting point not the end
I'm not too much I'm not too much I'm NOT
hockey knows me even when they don't
the power shifted
I'm not giving it back
I read it twice. Then I closed the app.
My hands were steady. That surprised me. Usually, after this kind of night—emotions on steroids—my hands shook for hours. Right now, they were calm.
Solid.
I unlaced my skates and grabbed my Crocs from where I'd left them by my stall. Slid them on. The orange looked extra aggressive under the fluorescent lights.
Perfect.
I locked up the way Hog had trusted me to. Alarm code. Side door. Keys back in my pocket.
The walk back to my apartment took fifteen minutes. The streets were empty except for one guy walking his dog—some kind of husky mix.
"Rough night?" the guy asked as we passed.
"You have no idea."
