It’s been almost a week since the article dropped, and honestly? I’ve never felt more… powerful. Everywhere I go, people are whispering. In the rink. In the locker room. In the stands at the competition today.
Some of them look at me with sympathy, poor Sabrina, betrayed by Evan Hart. Others look at me like they’re not sure what to believe. But they’re talking. About me. About him. About Lena. And that’s what matters.
Because for the first time since she came crawling back into town, Lena isn’t the golden girl. She isn’t the comeback story. She isn’t the sweet, perfect skater everyone worships. She’s the scandal. And she’s not even here to defend herself. I stand near the warm‑up area, stretching, pretending not to listen as two girls whisper behind me.
“Did you see the article?”
“Yeah
