I had left my dorm room with my keys clenched so tightly in my fist that my knuckles hurt. My head still throbbed from earlier—the committee meeting, Coach Donovan’s voice pulling me out of trouble like a man yanking someone from the edge of a cliff. But none of that mattered as much as the hollow, gnawing worry I felt the moment June’s voice came through the phone.
“She’s sick,” she’d said, with that teasing edge that made it sound lighter than it was.
But I knew Skylar. She was the kind of person who’d insist she was fine while quietly falling apart.
It was probably the reason June had picked the call instead of her because she knew that the chances of Skylar lying about her health was high.
So knowing that was something Skylar was capable of, I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t just…
