"Ice felt both enemy and lover."
The rink was supposed to be locked after ten, but the Yale Figure Skating Club had an understanding with the night custodian. As long as they kept quiet and cleaned up after themselves, nobody asked questions.
Silver hadn't planned this. After watching game tape with Eli until her eyes crossed, after seeing him struggle to hide his frustration every time the team made another mistake on screen, she'd needed air. Her feet had carried her here on autopilot, the way they used to before everything fell apart.
Ingalls Rink at night felt different. Half the overhead lights were off to save power, leaving pools of shadow between islands of harsh fluorescence. The ice itself seemed to glow, that particular blue-white that only existed in empty rinks after hours.
