>Sebastian
We were either having a rougher season than ever, or I was getting old. I went for the pain meds this morning and found the bottle empty. Without an ice workout, I didn’t have to be at the rink until after lunch for strength and conditioning, so I threw on a hoodie and headed to the store.
I heard the storm starting to roll through the sky as I walked through the store. I tried not to think about a head of pink hair and where she was. Or that I wanted the storm to pass so she wouldn’t fall into that place of fear that horrible weather took her to. And I tried not to hope that Alexander was holding her tightly through it.
A flash of lightning outside the glass storefront was followed by a loud crack of thunder. There was a choked scream, and something clattered to the flo
