Celeste
With the clink of a spoon against her coffee cup, Fiona looked up at me with that ‘tell me everything’ gleam in her eyes.
We were sitting in the local cafe, two steaming cappuccinos between us. Our last class of the day had been canceled, and we had nothing better to do.
Jack wasn’t expecting me home until much later, not that he usually cared all that much what I did with Fiona during my free time so long as I came home in time to make dinner.
“Alright,” Fiona urged, leaning closer, “you've been fidgeting ever since you walked in. What happened at the gym when I was gone the other day?”
Blowing out a sigh, I recounted the entire episode to her—the treadmill, Sabrina’s sinister act, the pain, and of course, Matt’s intervention.
I decided to leave out the p
