"Her name was Sophie."
He said it still standing in the doorway, like he couldn't let me inside until the whole truth was out. Like the apartment behind him was somewhere I could only go if I knew everything first.
"She was a freshman. Eighteen. Barely been on campus two months." His voice was flat – not emotionless, but controlled. Holding the words at arm's length so they couldn't touch him. "The party was at the hockey house. Coach Murray's son – Tyler – had been following her around for weeks. Everyone knew. Nobody did anything because his dad ran the program and the program was everything."
I stood on his doorstep and listened.
"I walked into the upstairs bedroom because I heard something. She was saying no. He wasn't listening." His jaw tightened. A muscle ticked beneath the brui
