She never messaged me back when I checked in with her, which only made me worry more. “Oh, hey, Cam.” She looks slightly nervous as she slings her backpack over her arms.

“How was your break?” I try.

But LeAnn is smart and straight to the point, tucking her hair behind her ear. “My parents are getting a divorce. And I’m sorry I didn’t message you back. They’d just told me.”

“Fuck.” I lean against my locker. “They told you on Christmas Eve?”

That doesn’t seem like our levelheaded coach at all. She shakes her head, the sadness running deep. “The day before, when mom was packing up to leave.”

That’s fucking cold. But thankfully, I don’t say it out loud, even though I think it. “Damn,” is all I manage.

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? I mean, Kingston, yeah . . . that’s a given.” She forces a smile. “But no one else, okay? It’s far too scandalous for this town, and my dad will tell everyone in his own time.”

“Of course. I won’t say anything. I’m really sorry.”

She plays it cool. “Yeah. It’s okay. I mean, she wasn’t happy here. We knew that. She was sick of being the coach’s wife in a small town, so she split.”

That’s the condensed version, but I don’t want to push her too much, even though I care about her. “That sucks.”

“Yeah. It does, but mostly just for my dad. He didn’t see it coming.” They seemed happy. His wife was always at the games. She was quiet but there. We had team dinners at their place, and she cooked. I never thought she was unhappy.

“It sucks for you too though. I mean, she’s your mom.”

She pushes her shoulders back, that determined strong look on her face I’m used to from LeAnn. “She hurt my dad. She shouldn’t have stayed for so long when she was unhappy. That’s why I’m getting the fuck out of this town.” She places her hands on my shoulders, looking up into my eyes. “And so are you.”

I shift uncomfortably under her stare. I don’t want to be so pathetic that I get dick and then I’m super attached. But let’s be honest, I was attached to the guy long before I had his dick. The thought of leaving behind guts me. “Right.” I nod once but feel uncertain despite the news I received over break.

“Have you heard back from any schools?” Damn her and her mind-reading ways.

“I thought we were talking about you,” I say, trying like hell to deflect.

She rolls her pretty eyes at me, dropping her hands from my shoulders. “I know you don’t want to leave him, Camden, but you have to get out. Bitterness festers. And then it explodes.”