I grab my gym bag to shove clean clothes in it and find my shoes shoved under the edge of my bed. Did I put my shoes there? Thinking back to last night, it’s kind of hazy but I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with my shoes on. As I sit to slide my shoes on, I flick my eyes to Jeremy for a second. Did he take my shoes off after I fell asleep? I don’t know what to think about that. The walk to the ice rink is plagued with it. Why would he care?
