CHAPTER 17
HANNAH ~
The evening air hits my face the second I step outside the apartment building. It’s cooler than this afternoon, the kind of late-day chill that makes the rink feel closer than it is.
I walk fast and pray the whole way. I locked every window I could reach. I checked the door twice. Cats do not stay where you put them, and I am not about to stand in a facility full of players and explain to Coach Mark when I adopted a living thing that sheds.
No one else has seen her. Only Colton. Nate. Ethan. That’s the list. It needs to stay the list.
The facility is already loud when I push through the side door. Skates on rubber. Someone laughing too hard. The smell of ice and tape and whatever pre-workout the forwards live on.
Two guys by the bench have their phones out. One of
