POV’s Tate
I walked over, nervous about why she looked so strange. “What’s up?”
My mom looked over at me. “You’re skating again?”
That was when I saw the skates in the corner of my closet. I’d never told my parents that I’d gotten back on the ice. “Oh,” I breathed. “Yeah, I’ve gone a few times this winter.”
“Honey, why didn’t you say anything?” My mom said, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You went skating?” My dad asked.
My mom let go of me, and I nodded. “Yeah.”
“When did this happen?” My mom asked.
I rubbed the back of my neck, memories flooding through my mind. Memories that only added to the flurry of confusion I was stuck in. “Philip took me last month. Actually… he got me those skates for Christmas.”
Both of my parents shared a look of surprise.
“How di
