The walk from the rink to the little diner down the street wasn’t long, but with Skylar quiet at my side and June humming some off-key tune like she was narrating our misery, it felt like a marathon.
The night air was sharp, the kind that sank into your lungs and stung, but I barely noticed. My head was buzzing too much. Every few steps, I risked a glance at Skylar. Her face was still kinda tight and her arms were wrapped around herself as she walked.
She didn’t even look at me, not once.
June, of course, noticed. She always noticed. “Wow. You two are giving me major soap opera vibes right now. All that drama back there, the brooding silence, the pained looks. Somebody cue the background violins.”
Skylar shot her a glare. “June, please.”
“What? I’m just saying.” June grinned, falling
