Evie's POV
I pushed open the heavy door to the rink, the chill air a familiar comfort against my flushed face. The sound of skates on ice and the muffled thud of a puck usually calmed my nerves, but today a knot tightened in my stomach. Lily and Tristan. They stood near the boards, heads close, a burst of laughter escaping Lily's lips. Lily. Lily, who referred to Tristan as "bird brain" more often than his actual name. Lily, who rolled her eyes every time Tristan tripped over his own skates, which was often. Seeing them like this, laughing, like they shared some secret joke, sent a strange jolt through me. Jealousy? Confusion? A messy mix of both.
"Evie! You're back!" Lily called, finally spotting me. Her smile, as always, was genuine, but my eyes flickered to Tristan. He gave a nod, a
