Ruby’s POV

It was Saturday.

Rebecca and I talked about our project first thing in the morning. We checked each point carefully. She seemed excited, but I was too tired to smile.

Later, we went to the sports activity center. As we walked in, I noticed something small but wrong. Owen’s name tag was placed on the wrong seat. I quietly moved it to the right spot. It was just part of my job.

Then I looked up—and saw him.

Austin.

He was standing near the ice rink. At first, he didn’t seem to ...