LOGINCampus felt different coming back from break,quieter at first, still shaking off the holiday stillness, before the usual chaos of a new semester began reasserting itself one loud dorm hallway at a time.Coach had the team back on the ice within days, easing everyone into conditioning ahead of an exhibition game a month out ,nothing that counted toward standings, but enough to justify the renewed intensity at practice, the sharpened focus that had settled over Liam and Jace like they'd never actually taken a break from any of it.I fell back into my usual rhythm too: classes, the rink, Chloe's running commentary on campus gossip that had apparently accumulated an alarming amount over three weeks away. Jace and I kept trying, the way we'd promised each other back at that diner ,small, deliberate efforts, actual conversations instead of comfortable silence, the specific work of choosing each other on purpose instead of by default.It was working, mostly. I told mys
Two days before New Year's, Liam decided the frozen pond behind his parents' property was sturdy enough for hockey, a claim Jace immediately treated as a personal challenge rather than a safety concern."This is how people die," I said, watching them drag two ancient nets out of the garage."This is how legends are made," Jace corrected, already lacing up skates that looked older than both of us combined."Those are not mutually exclusive."They ignored me entirely, the way they'd been ignoring sensible warnings about ice thickness since approximately age nine, according to Liam's dad, who came out to supervise with a mug of coffee and the weary expression of a man who'd had this exact argument many times before.Reagan and I ended up on the small hill overlooking the pond, wrapped in blankets, watching the two of them fall into an easy, chaotic scri
The day after Christmas, Liam showed up at my door with two shovels and a ridiculous grin."Absolutely not," I said, before he'd even opened his mouth."You don't even know what I'm going to say.""You're holding shovels. I know exactly what you're going to say.""The tree house is still there," he said anyway, undeterred. "Dad never took it down. I want to see if it's still standing before we head back to Dalton."Twenty minutes later, we were standing at the base of the old oak tree in his backyard, staring up at a structure that had clearly seen better decades, one wall bowed inward, the rope ladder long gone, replaced at some point by actual wooden rungs nailed haphazardly into the trunk."This is a safety violation," I said."This is nostalgia." He was already testing the first rung with his weight. "Come on. For old time's sake."Against my better judgment, I followed him up.---The inside of the treehouse
Jace arrived two days before Christmas, duffel bag over one shoulder, looking more nervous standing on my parents' front porch than I'd ever seen him look before a game."You can still back out," I said, opening the door before he could knock a second time. "No judgment. I know this is a lot.""I've survived championship overtime. I think I can survive your mom's cooking.""That's not actually the part I'm worried about."He huffed out a laugh, some of the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah. Me neither, if I'm honest."My mom appeared behind me before I could say anything else, pulling Jace into a hug like she'd known him for years instead of about ninety seconds, already asking about his drive and whether he'd eaten and did he have any food allergies she should know about before dinner."Ma'am, I'll eat basically anything," Jace
Jace's POVDalton emptied out fast once finals ended, the campus shrinking from a few thousand loud, distracted students down to the handful of us with nowhere better to be.I told everyone I was staying for extra conditioning work, which wasn't technically a lie ,Coach had left the weight room open for anyone who wanted it, and I used it more than I probably needed to, if only because it gave the empty days some kind of shape. The truth, the part I didn't say out loud to Blair or Liam or anyone else who asked, was simpler and harder to admit: I didn't have anywhere else that felt like it was actually waiting for me.My mom had moved in with her sister two states away after everything with my dad. We talked on the phone sometimes, careful and a little too polite, the kind of relationship that had never quite recovered from losing him. Going back there for the holidays meant sitting in someone else's guest room, eating someone else's traditions,
Home smelled the same as it always had cinnamon and pine and the particular staleness of a house that had been closed up for a semester, waiting for someone to bring it back to life.My mom hugged me so hard I nearly dropped my duffel bag in the doorway, already talking a mile a minute about the neighbors, about dinner plans, about how thin I looked and whether Dalton's dining hall was actually feeding me properly. I let the familiar chaos of it wash over me, grateful for something that hadn't changed while so much else had."The Callahans are coming over Thursday," she said, pulling back to look at me properly. "Diane's been asking about you nonstop since Liam told her you two made up. She missed having you around, sweetheart. We all did."Something in my chest tightened at that the easy, uncomplicated affection of two families who'd been intertwined since before either Liam or I could walk, who had no idea about agreements or hallways or equipment rooms, who j







