Chapter 13
Cole pov
The locker room smelled like it always did before a game, sweat and rubber and the faint metallic tang of skate blades being sharpened somewhere down the hall. I sat lacing up, head down, trying to focus on something as simple as tying a knot correctly.
Rhys dropped onto the bench beside me, still pulling his jersey over his shoulder pads.
"Did you check on Kayla?" I asked, not looking up.
"Not yet." He glanced at me, something careful in his expression. "I'm going to the hospital right after the game. Figured she'd still be resting anyway."
I nodded, focusing hard on the lace in my hands, though my grip had tightened enough that my knuckles had gone pale.
Someone did this to her. On purpose.
The words had been sitting in my chest since yesterday, heavy and wro
