KELLEN’S POV
I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of our duffle bags sitting on the bench. Lucien began to approach the coach slowly, and I followed closely behind him. The coach didn’t greet us or ask how we were like he’d usually do. He just picked up our duffle bags and threw them down to our feet.
“Take your gear,” he said coldly.
Lucien picked his gear up immediately, but I didn’t do the same. I stared at the coach, fists pulsing at my side. How did it take one simple video to change everyone’s perception of us? I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself as I picked up my duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder.
“I won’t lie to you,” the coach spoke, his voice reverberating through the quiet rink. “I am so disappointed in both of you. You two had so much talent, I could see you
