Dona’s POVPost-hangout with August found me hiding in my room and reminiscing on what I'd witnessed that day, when I heard a knock on my door.“Dona?” Piper’s voice carried through the wood, followed by the sound of it creaking open before I even had the chance to answer. That was Piper for you: permission was optional.She walked in with her bag slung across her shoulder, curls bouncing as she shut the door behind her. But her face wasn’t its usual chipper self. No, she was frowning, eyebrows pulled tight like she’d just walked in on something criminal.“Okay,” she started with her hands on her hips. “Why is the hockey captain sitting in your living room?”I blinked at her from my bed. Oh. Right, that.I sat up, rubbing the side of my head. The last two days had been a hurricane—finding out I had a stepdad-to-be, finding out I had a stepbrother-to-be, following August to the rink, seeing his dad with some shady Chicago guy. I hadn’t had a second to update Piper on… well, everything.
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