“Rowan,” he says, “you don’t have to play her off to me. I get it.” I look beside me. “Who?” He shakes his head. “Someone I used to know a long time ago. But we were young, and she needed to find herself, and it wasn’t going to be following me around so I could play hockey. I let her go.” The thought of letting Leigh go feels like being crushed by a thousand-pound weight. “I’m pretty sure she’s going through something, but she doesn’t want to talk about it, and I don’t ask any questions,” I say. “I’m not sure this thing with us is going anywhere. In fact, we both agreed that it wouldn’t. I
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