COUNTERATTACK.
BELLA
I actually won.
Across the rink, Chase drags a hand down his face.
The players are laughing. The crew is cheering. And for the first time all day, I catch Chase fighting a smile.
Just for a second. Then it's gone. But somehow...
I saw it.
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I step out of the shower feeling lighter than I had all day.
The hot water had worked miracles on muscles I hadn't realized were sore. My legs still throbbed from the ridiculous hockey competition, but at least I no longer felt like collapsing.
The crew had already packed up most of their equipment. One vehicle remained behind to drive me and Chase back to the house whenever we were ready.
I run a towel through my damp hair as I walk down the corridor.
The ends cling to my neck.
My skin still carries trace
