RYAN'S POV
Coach Titus's whistle sliced through the rink.
"Move!"
Twenty players pushed away from the boards at once. The sharp scrape of skate blades echoed across the ice as everyone accelerated into the first warm-up laps. I pushed off with them. My body moved. My mind did not. Cold air stung my face as I skated around the rink, but I barely noticed it. My eyes drifted toward the rows of empty seats towering behind the glass. Empty. I looked away.
The whistle shrieked again.
"Passing drill!"
Everyone paired up. Mason glided beside me, spinning a puck on the blade of his stick before flicking it in my direction. Normally, I would've trapped it without thinking. Today, it bounced off my stick, slid between my skates and smacked against the boards. A few teammates looked over.
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