AMY’S POV
The morning sun hadn't even cleared the horizon when the team assembled in the athletic centre parking lot.
The air was freezing, and our breath hung in thick white clouds as we loaded the charter bus. The engine's low rumble vibrated through the concrete beneath my boots.
As the equipment intern, I’d spent the last hour hauling heavy gear bags and stick duffels. My hands were freezing inside my gloves, and my mind felt completely numb from the weekend’s fallout.
I hadn't seen Cole since he walked out of the kitchen on Saturday. And Ryder’s text… that single, freezing Forget it had been burning a hole in my pocket for the last twelve hours.
"Alright, let's move! On the bus!" Coach’s voice barked from behind, signalling the end of prep.
The players began filing up the narrow
