Evan’s POV
The cold air rushing against my face, the heavy, rhythmic thrum of my skates biting into the ice, the solid, familiar weight of the stick in my gloves, it was like waking up from a six year coma.
For six long years, I had convinced myself that I didn't care. I had told myself that letting Ethan take the spotlight was fine, that sports were just a passing phase, and that I was content staying in the dark with my lacrosse stick.
It had all been a lie. A quiet, pathetic lie to keep the peace in a family that only had room for one favorite son.
I cut across the blue line, spinning off a defender with effortless speed, and snapped a wrist shot right past the goalie’s glove. The red light flashed, and the crisp sound of the puck slamming against the back mesh echoed through the ar
