Two days Later
The rink was freezing but the tension running through Leo’s veins burned hotter than fire. He skated across the ice without really seeing it, his mind a mess of thoughts he couldn’t shut off. Every move felt heavier, slower, as if the whole world had decided to work against him.
He tried to focus on the game, on the rhythm of sticks clashing, blades cutting, and the sharp echo of the puck hitting the boards. But then his eyes drifted again, and there she was.
Amara.
Standing near the bench with a clipboard in her hand, her expression calm and focused, pretending she didn’t notice him.
He saw the way her hair kept falling from the loose bun she’d tied, the way her lips pressed together every time Coach called his name. Every little thing about her felt too close, too fa
