Ethan’s POV
The harsh metal of the crutches dug uncomfortably into my armpits with every agonizing step I took up the concrete stairwell of the Westview athletics dorms. Every time my left foot hit the floor, a white hot spike of agony shot straight through my right knee, making my stomach churn with a sickening wave of nausea.
Physical pain, though, was nothing compared to the toxic rage burning a hole straight through my chest.
Evan.
It was the only name anyone in the entire ice arena had been breathing for the last hour. The quiet twin. The reserved, pathetic brother who stayed safely out of the spotlight with his stupid lacrosse stick. The brother who had always been content to lurk quietly in the background while I took center stage where I belonged.
Tonight, he had stepped onto
