Chapter 13: Vicious Voices
Rosie
Jude and I had settled into a comfortable routine. Jude waited for me at the gate every morning, leaning against the brick wall with his hands in his pockets, that small smile appearing the moment he saw me. Then he'd fall into step beside me, walking me to my morning class before he went to practice. After practice, he'd find me again for lunch—always knew exactly where I'd be sitting—and then walk me to the café for my shift.
It became something between us. Neither of us questioned it or found it unusual. Being together, walking together, and being each other's company—it felt so natural. Like breathing. As it had always been and would always be.
I tried not to think too hard about what it meant.
After class, we went to the library. The library be
