The clamor and excitement of the hockey rink surrounded me, but amidst the cacophony, I felt a million miles away. The brilliant white of the ice, the fast-paced movement of the players, the occasional brush of cold air that swept past—it was all so familiar and yet so foreign.
Lori and Jessica sat on either side of me, faces lit up with enthusiasm as they cheered for Enzo and the team. They would often turn to me, trying to engage me in their banter and laughter, but my heart wasn't fully in it.
“Come on, Nina!” Jessica teased, elbowing me lightly. “You’re the girlfriend—sorry, wife—of the star player. Show some spirit!”
I mustered a weak smile, my gaze instinctively searching for Enzo on the rink. There he was, maneuvering the puck with grace and precision, a force to be reck
