- MATT-
The training had been tough. Coach had been in a bad mood and had accepted nothing less than a perfect performance from the team.
Wolf and I played well together, but Trivino still needed to position himself better. And Hank was hardly recognizable. The guy had been so focused on hockey that he barely made jokes anymore. He had even asked me to stay overtime just to train some shut-outs. Which had been more than fine by me, but now I was completely beaten up.
It was almost five in the afternoon when I got back home. After drinking a protein shake, I headed to bed, but first, I needed to get my toothpaste from Sienna’s bathroom. I had forgotten it over there and had been using a crappy airplane toothpaste.
At this time, she was normally at work, but I knocked on the door anyway
