Rejected By My Hockey Alpha
I lean against the railing and try to think about anything except Penelope's face when I rejected her.
It doesn't work.
My phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number: She's leaving.
I stare at the message, my heart starting to race. "Who is this?" I type back.
A friend. Thought you should know before it's too late.
"Leaving where?" I send back, but no response comes.
I stand there for another twenty minutes, staring at my phone and trying to decide what to do with this information. If Penelope is really leaving Frostfang territory, maybe that's for the best. Clean break, fresh start, no more reminders of what I threw away.