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Paul looked at her, this part of the conversation unexpected. "I'm not telling them anything," Paul answered. "Are you insane?" Julia responded. "It's their mother we're talking about, they have the right to know." Paul cleared his throat, wanting this conversation to be over. "Let's not talk about this anymore." "No!" Julie shouted, getting frustrated with him putting this off. "We were talking about this. I don't like keeping secrets and telling lies. You have to say something. You can't let them pine over someone who wasn't really their mother. You have to tell them the truth."

Luke's face jerked when he saw what a defeatist the individual was. Buck had a convoluted look all over. Outrage, defenselessness, and nervousness were all present. Eventually, he ground his teeth and said, "Tell Robert all that you did the previous evening. Answer every one of his inquiries. Try not to consider concealing anything, except if you need to turn into a killer." Be that as it may, when the three officials heard those words, their hearts pounded once more. This dad and child pair must've discussed this previously. Buck could currently know about what happened final evening. For that reason he had consented to allow George to be addressed.

Someone yells his name like it's a prayer. He skates to the bench. Doesn't sit. Just stands there at the boards. Helmet off. Hair wet. Sweat dripping down his neck. Then he turns one last time, and he looks up, holds it. The whole damn rink could disappear and it wouldn't matter. It's just that stare. Deep. Patient. Like he knows exactly what's happening in my chest right now. I hit send on the live update before the final buzzer. My fingers shaking. 'Carter's hat trick seals it, but the real show was the way he played like the puck owed him something. Selfish? Maybe. Effective? Undeniably.'

The way you knew something that had lived with you for a while, that had been yours and only yours, that you had kept carefully and privately all to yourself. He was holding it above his head now, just slightly. Not enough to draw every eye in the immediate vicinity…but enough. Enough that anyone who happened to glance in this direction could see that he was holding something up and making a point of it. And given what it was, given what was inside it and given the specific nature of what those pages contained…then I knew that anyone who got a proper look at it was going to understand immediately what kind of secret it represented. That was my sketchbook.

The morning after the proposal, I find the file. It's in Ethan's office. Tucked behind a stack of books. Hidden like a secret he wasn't ready to share. The books are dusty, untouched for months. But the file is clean. New. Recently handled. The edges are crisp. The tab is fresh. The weight is heavy. The truth is inside. The answers are waiting. The past is alive.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

Maybe it is a secret which he had just told me, a vicious secret which both of us shared exclusively. Imagine if this was truly a secret and I and he walked together to bring down the crystal pack. I don't think there's anything else cooler than being the Luna who stood by her alpha to bring down one of the most powerful packs ever known to exist. I will finally have my spot etched into the history books.

I shrugged as I started walking in the direction of my dorm. “That’s a fair assessment.” Isak nodded as he fell into step on my right. “However, are you suggesting that for every secret we tell, you must tell one of your own?” “How would that work? Some secrets are of more value than others.” Aidan asked as he came up on my left. “It would be like playing strip poker and someone betting a sock after someone else bet their underwear.” “Good point.” Albert agreed as he caught up to walk next to Aidan.

He had passed me the puck. Beneath the blinding stadium lights, with the clock bleeding out and the scouts watching his every move, the perfect, robotic captain had choked down his massive pride and yielded to me. And when I buried that puck in the net, I made sure he knew exactly what it meant. I could still feel the rapid, frantic beat of his heart against my palm when I shoved it into his chest the previous night.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.