The media frenzy didn’t slow down.
If anything, it sharpened.
By the next morning, speculation had evolved into carefully worded headlines and suspiciously timed anonymous sources. Nothing confirmed. Nothing direct. But enough to create tension that seeped into every hallway of the arena.
Sheila noticed it the moment she stepped through the security gate.
The guard nodded at her politely, but his eyes lingered too long. Conversations among staff dipped into silence when she passed. Even the faint echo of skate blades from the rink carried a heavier edge, like the building itself was holding its breath.
She walked with purpose, shoulders straight, tablet tucked firmly under her arm. She refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing hesitation.
Inside the training room, players str
