Sloane's POV
"Oh, Sloane," Judy says, stopping right in front of me so I can't get up from my seat under the huge almond tree. Her gamma voice is dripping with mock pity. "Look at you. Working so hard, bright and early. After last night, we all assumed you’d be calling in sick."
By breaktime, Judy finds me, even when I had been doing my best to avoid her and Kai. She is, as usual, impeccably styled in the team’s warm-up jacket. Flanking her is Darcy, twisting a strand of strawberry-blond hair around her finger, alongside Eileen and Nancy, both chatting about the upcoming regional match.
I can’t believe this girl was someone I called a friend once.
Darcy and Nancy shift uncomfortably behind her, exchanging brief, guarded glances. They know how brutal last night was, but Judy holds rank,
