![]() ![]() Luke kicks off his other skate, then relaxes back in the bench and crosses his arms. I know the pain that causes that kind of silence way too well. I’m breathless, not just because of the idea of Kayden’s father stabbing him, but because Kayden hasn’t said anything and it aches to think about what his silence could mean. “I think it might have been his dad.” Saying it aloud changes everything, makes it real, true. But I don’t believe that he stabbed himself. I didn’t think about it at the time, but they could have been track marks from self-inflicted injuries. Part of me does, whenever I think about that night when Kayden and I had sex and there were all those fresh wounds on his arms. Grabbing the gap between the blade and the bottom of the skate, he slips off his skate, tosses it to the side, and stretches out his toes. “That’s what everyone’s saying-that he cut himself.” ![]() “Yeah.” I press my lips together, thread my finger through the laces, and begin to unfasten them. “Did you hear what I asked? About Kayden?” “Earth to Callie.” Luke waves a hand in front of my face and I flinch. She didn’t follow me and I wasn’t surprised. ![]()
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