The next morning, the air was crisp and painfully clear. Coach Laurel had organized one final reflection hike for the girls.
Jia and Ellie were ahead, debating about which coffee shop they were hitting first when we got back to civilization.
I found myself walking side-by-side with Brie. For the first mile, the only sound was the crunch of our boots on the packed snow.
"Hailey," Brie started, her voice quiet.
She stopped near a frozen stream, looking out at the pines. "I wanted to... I’m sorry. About how I reacted in the living room the other night."
I turned to her, feeling a genuine wave of relief. "Brie, you don't have to—"
"I do," she interrupted.
"I was thinking with my heart, not my head. Logan is my boyfriend, and our relationship is still very new."
"But I realized that
