Bryson's POV
The exhibition game day arrives and I'm already nervous before we even get on the ice. The locker room buzzes with pre-game energy, guys taping sticks and going through their warm-up routines.
"You ready for this?" Tyler asks with that genuine concern he's had for me since getting one, bumping my shoulder.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Second line, man. That's huge. Just play your game."
I nod, trying to believe him. The pressure of moving up feels heavier today than it did during practice all week.
When we head out for warm-ups, I scan the stands out of habit. That's when I spot Rowan sitting near the front, waving both arms over her head like she's trying to flag down a plane.
"BRYSON! YOU GOT THIS!" she screams at the top of her lungs.
My face immed
