Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Six: Cole

WREN

The car smells like leather and cologne. The heat is blasting. My hands are so cold they burn when the warm air hits them.

"Jesus, Wrennie." Cole glances at me as he pulls away from the Barn. "Where's your coat?"

"At the rink."

"In November?"

"My apartment burned down last night. It's be...

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