Danny’s POV
The morning air is sharp, clean. I step out of my car, letting it slide into my lungs like cold water. For a moment, I just stand there, savoring it. The sun is already up, warm and bright over the school building. Students are everywhere. Walking. Laughing.
Today feels good.
I roll my shoulders and shut the car door with a lazy push. My boots hit the pavement as I start toward the entrance.
Then my mother’s voice suddenly echoes in my head.
"How’s Catherine doing these days?"
My steps slow.
I stop right there on the sidewalk.
This was the first time my mother has ever asked about Catherine. Ever. Which is strange. Because why the hell would I know what that girl is doing?
These days, she and Clinton act like they can’t keep their hands off each other. The thought twi
