Kane
Lena went completely still.
The kind of stillness that came before panic.
Or anger.
Usually both.
The media room suddenly felt too small.
Eli looked uncomfortable.
I stayed standing.
Because sitting felt impossible.
“What do you mean they left something?” Lena asked.
Her voice sounded controlled.
Too controlled.
I knew that tone.
People used it when they were trying not to spiral.
Eli looked toward me.
I answered.
“The bag was inside the equipment office.”
“I heard that part.”
Her grip tightened around the notebook.
“What did they leave?”
I hesitated.
Wrong choice.
Her expression hardened immediately.
“Kane.”
The room went quiet.
Outside the glass wall, players skated across the ice during warm-up drills.
Normal.
Loud.
Bright.
Meanwhile everything inside t
