CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTTalia
Talia watched as Tyler slowly got up from the ice. He was surrounded by trainers and his coach. Luckily, as far as she could tell, he looked okay. On the video scoreboard she could see him talking to the trainers, and he skated off under his own power. That was a good sign.
Trina hadn’t moved from her seat, but she was on her cell phone. Talia reserved her worrying, waiting for the moment when Trina might jump out of her seat to make a beeline for the locker rooms. But Trina didn’t move. She put her cell phone down and looked up at Talia.
“Paige said he’s a little beat up, but he’s fine. They’ll put him through all the tests just to be sure.” Trina was calm in her relaying of the information.
Talia took a quick breath of relief. That was the one thing she hate
