Aria
“They already know and you didn’t tell me right away?” I was astonished that Dominick’s mom and uncle already knew about us. We were in his car one Sunday afternoon after their sixth Alberta Cup game, where they suffered their first loss. “Is that why they looked at me weirdly?”
Dominick let out a gentle chortle. “How do they look at you?”
I shrugged. “I can’t explain it. They just… stare at me without words. Unlike in the past, when they look at me, it’s just normal, you know?”
“I get what you mean,” he answered, revving up his engine.
As he drove off the rented car, I noticed his family just followed us by their rented car as well, while the others were in a rented van. His friends and
