[Kathy]
The tunnel suddenly went dead silent except for the hum of the overhead lights.
Blair stood there with his gear bag still slung over one shoulder, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine like he expected me to shrink under the weight of his glare.
He walked over to me.
"This is really what you traded me for?"
I didn't answer right away. Wayne's hand had gone still against my face, not pulling back, not pushing forward, just waiting to see what I'd do with it.
"Answer me, Kathy."
A few people had stopped to watch now, phones already angling up, the same way they had the night I'd punched him on live ice. I felt the crowd building the way you feel weather coming, pressure dropping before the first drop hits.
"I don't owe you an answer."
"You owe me the truth." His voice carried, pitc
