COLE’S POV
The locker room was silent at 10:00 PM. With the arena locked for the night and the team gone, I sat alone on a wooden bench in the dark. The only light was a dim amber glow spilling from the hallway.
I wasn't here to skate; I was here to wait. My phone screen cast a harsh blue glow on my face as I looked through my photos. My thumb hovered over the display, swiping slowly to the next image.
It was a picture of Amy.
She was sitting on the back patio of our family home last summer, before she transferred, before she knew anything about Maddox or the team. She was wearing an oversized sweater, laughing at something her mother had said, her face completely bright and unguarded.
I stared at the image until my chest ached.
I had taken that picture from the kitchen window, stay
