AURORA’S POV
Game day. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing one of Owen’s old jerseys, which he had sent over with some rookie hockey player as the delivery boy. He didn’t bother telling me his name; he just presented the jersey and said Owen had sent the gift. Now I wore it, which surprisingly fit and even had to be tied at the waist so I didn’t look like I was wearing a moo-moo. I thought I almost looked sort of cute with skinny jeans and a light jacket.
It’d been a nice couple of days, no boys and no drama. I’d told Maya all about it the other night, and she had been on the edge of her seat the entire time, shouting that I should dip my toes in further with Silas and see what that was all about. When I reminded her of all the cruel things he’s said and done to me, she rever
