JESSICA BERKELEY
I grin while dragging Devin toward the skating rink before he can change his mind and disappear into the crowd again.
The rink sits near the center of the fair, glowing beneath rows of hanging lanterns and Christmas lights. Music plays softly around us while people skate across the ice laughing and nearly crashing into each other every few seconds.
“This is a terrible idea.”
“That’s what you said about the bus trip.”
“Because it was.”
Children zoom past confidently while a few adults struggle to stay upright near the edges.
Honestly, it looks fun but Devin clearly disagrees.
“You’re acting like I’m leading you to your execution,” I tell him.
He gives me a flat look. “You practically are.”
I laugh under my breath as we collect our skates from the rental stand. A
