“You threatened him?” I dare to ask.
He glances at me and then stares forward as he drives.
Then his phone rings through the car speakers, and I already know the answer to my question.
His father's name appears on the screen, so he looks at me.
My heart races, but I nod.
He answers it on speaker like he doesn't hide things from me anymore. Not even a phone call with his father.
"Cody." Judge Ravenshaw's voice is measured and careful the way it always is.
"Hey, Dad."
"How did the talk with Coach Crick go?"
"I should be back on the ice next week."
A pause.
"And the girl?"
Cody looks at me.
"She's good," he says. "She's here, actually."
A longer pause.
"Hello, Adela," the Judge says.
"Hello," I say.
Another pause.
"Take care of her," he says to Cody.
"I will," Cody says.
The call ends.
I look at him.
He looks at the road.
"He knows," Cody says. "About all of it. I told him."
"You told him? And he’s okay with... that?"
Cody is quiet for a moment.
"He's okay with whatever I choose," he says. "He knows you were never the problem."
My chest lightens at that. I nod in understanding, glad to hear him say it.
Cody drives me to my parents' house.
I wanted to stop by midweek to ask if Maeve and I can have a sleepover this weekend.
