SUMMER
Lunch at Hearthstone Prep, I discovered, was a solo affair.
Not by design — Alex had offered to eat with me, but she had a student council meeting that ran through the period, which left me at a table in the dining hall with a sandwich and the particular, familiar experience of being alone in a crowded room.
The Voss brothers, apparently, didn't do lunch.
I learned this in pieces, the way you learn things at a new school — through observation and overheard conversation and the general ecosystem of gossip that functioned as Hearthstone Prep's actual curriculum.
Logan was at the football field. I could see it from the dining hall windows — the team running plays in the midday sun, Logan at the center of it, throwing spirals with that same lethal precision I'd watched from the lib
