Sloane walked back toward me, her hair swinging lightly behind her like nothing was wrong. But I could see it. I could see her slightly lifted chin, that subtle spark in her eyes that didn’t look like the warmth of a friend delivering an update. No, it looked like... satisfaction, and that alone was enough to set my stomach sinking again. 

She came to a stop in front of me, barely giving me time to read her expression before she spoke. 

“Well,” she said, dusting imaginary lint off her ...