TrinaSitting in the team suite, Trina had a bird’s eye view of the game. Sam was chasing the puck one moment, and then in a heartbeat he was down. Even from up here, the hit Sam took looked bad. He was lying on the ice, and she was frozen in place. She wanted to run down to the locker room. She wanted to cry and yell. She wanted to make sure he was okay. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t even speak.
A quiet hush filled the arena, as her husband lay motionless on the ice.
Her heart was lodged in her throat as they turned the jumbo screen above the scoreboard to the Renegades logo instead of what was happening on the ice.
That was never a positive sign. A cold band of dread wrapped around her, choking the breath from her.
The team doctor and EMTs ran out to him and joined the already lar
