"Trust is harder than triple jumps."
The confrontation with Bianca and Bella had left Silver feeling like she'd been put through a blender. After they'd left, Eli had stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity before muttering something about needing to get to actual practice and skating away. She'd watched him go, unable to form words that might explain or defend or clarify the mess the twins had deliberately created.
Now, two days later, she sat in Sterling Memorial Library with a textbook open but completely untouched. Her pen rolled slowly between her fingers, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to break. Around her, the Gothic reading room hummed with the usual energy of students deep in academic work, but Silver couldn't focus on anything except the chaos in her head.
