Page 228 of Ruthless Court
Sixteen
HANNAH
I wake to Lila screaming. The kind that makes me sit straight up before my eyes are fully open.
“What happened?”
Noor stands beside her bed, staring at Lila’s phone.
Neither answers.
I reach for my glasses on the nightstand, miss them, and nearly knock over the half-empty Dr Pepper, Kane brought last night.
Lila turns the screen toward me.
A blurry courtside picture fills it.
Kane stands near the sideline, looking straight into the player guest section with a grin I now know too well.
A red circle has been drawn around me.
High bun.
Cream sweater.
Tortoiseshell glasses.
Twizzler halfway to my mouth.
The caption reads:
WHO IS KANE HAVERHILL’S MYSTERY GIRL?
Below it, someone added:
H&T? Haverhill and Tortoiseshell?
I grab the phone.
“No.”
Lila bounces on her knees.
“It’s cute.”
“It’s a skin condition.”
“It’s a couple name.”
“It sounds like an accounting firm.”
Noor takes the phone and scrolls.
“There’s a poll.”
My stomach drops.
“Why is there a poll?”
