TrinaLooking down the tunnel that led to the ice, Trina stared out at the crowd. Her stomach flipped around. She’d been lucky with the morning sickness. She hadn’t experienced any bouts that were too terrible, and right now the butterflies that danced in her stomach were much worse than any morning sickness. Singing tonight was a big step for her. Her hands shook and her heart raced, even though she was returning to doing something that she loved.
I wish Sam were here.
Her grip tightened on the microphone.
It was the last home game of the regular season for the Renegades. It would’ve been really special if Sam were playing tonight. She’d sing, then stay to watch him play his last regular season game. But instead, it was just her here, singing. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Her eyes
