The youth hockey charity drive was supposed to be a safe, public sanctuary. Bright studio lights, smiling children, and eager photo opportunities—it was a perfectly controlled environment where Logan McAllister could play the reformed superstar for the local sports networks.
It started well enough.
Dozens of kids from local elementary schools crowded the practice rink at the Tigers’ training facility, their tiny skates wobbling on the ice as they clutched brand-new sticks and jerseys donated by the franchise. I stood off to the side in a professional cream blouse and a tailored black pencil skirt, clipboard in hand, directing photographers and ensuring Logan hit every talking point I’d meticulously prepared.
He looked almost… approachable. Tall and imposing in his team-issued Tigers war
