Edi wasn't even speaking to me now. We hadn't spoken since that awful night, and she wasn't returning any of my texts. Of course I was a mess.
I'd since torn down all my decorations, and on New Year's Eve, I was still moping around with my heart at my throat. The fear of losing my best friend was completely suffocating. All I wanted to do was lie around and cry.
That was the night I had my first real conversation with Aaron Lomelli. Unlike Edi, who just like in high school immediately had a ton of friends here, I'd only made two friends since moving to Michigan: Maggie, my Chemistry lab partner, and Eileen, another girl in my psych class who liked borrowing my meticulous notes. The three of us got pretty close, and during one of Edi's away games a few weeks prior, while I was sitting aro
