I’ve played in packed arenas. I’ve played in hostile ones. I’ve played in playoff games where the noise rattled my bones. But nothing, absolutely nothing, makes me as nervous as sitting in the stands of a figure skating competition.
PR thinks it’s good for me to be here. “Show support for Lena,” they said. “Humanize your image,” they said.
Whatever. I was coming anyway. We knocked Philly and New York out of the playoffs, and Coach gave us the weekend off before the final game. One more win and we’re in the Stanley Cup.
But right now? Hockey feels a million miles away. Right now, all I care about is Lena. I sit between my mom and Mason, with my dad, Gabe, and Lena’s parents filling the rest of the row. It’s weirdly comfortable, like our families have been doing this forever.
The aren
