Chapter 17
The Gazette office after midnight felt like a place that wasn’t supposed to have bodies in it.
Just the hum of the old heater. A printer light blinking in the corner. Somebody’s half-dead plant on the filing cabinet. Emilia sat at her desk with her notebook back in front of her and a headache sitting behind her eyes.
Vanessa had given it back like a gift.
Nate had heard the page out loud.
*Get Nate to ask you out before Winter Ball.*
Emilia had said it wasn’t what it looked like. That was the best she could do in a hallway with his teammates still drifting out of the rink. Then she’d walked away because if she stayed she would have either kissed him or told him everything, and both of those options felt like jumping off something high.
She was supposed to be writing the p
