Grace
The second morning, the first thing I did was e-transfer Mason my first month's rent. With the financial bleeding temporarily stopped, I spent the rest of the day walking to the nearest Dollarama and grocery store, stocking up on basic toiletries, trash bags, and enough groceries to survive the week. I was settling in, but I couldn't survive on savings forever.
On the third day, I walked over to the Stormont ice rink right behind our row of townhouses. My plan had been straightforward—walk up to the front desk and apply for whatever part-time hours they had open, whether that meant guard duty during public sessions or basic edge-work drills.
But the universe, for once, had a different pacing. The girl behind the desk took one look at my ID, her eyes widening as she connected my fa
