Sophia:
"Sophia, you and Toby take my car and get us some lunch while Wit and I get set up for the next set." Logan never once looked at me, but Wit did. His eyes were dark, knowing, almost like he knew what Toby and I had done in the boat house. The big secret neither of us had spoken up since it happened, the secret that still sits delicately in yellowing bruises across my hips.
"Sure." I shrugged, trying to play it off like my heart wasn't racing with the thoughts of being alone with Toby again.
We left the studio with the snow crunching beneath our boots. The silence between us was as crisp as the air blowing through our still quiet city.
We sat a moment, letting Logan's car warm up. It was in those short five minutes of silence I was bombarded by the feeling that he must have
