“Does your dad at least let you have your own room at away games?” “You’d think so with the hockey budget this school has. But no, I shared.” I purposely leave out with who, but my voice must do a thing. When I look up, Katey’s staring at me more intently than she has since I got here. “Shared with …” “Asher Dalton.” I try to play it down. “I’ve been helping him study. It was a wild weekend.” She doesn’t need to know I’m not being sarcastic.
