AMY’S POV
The arena at 5:30 AM was always brutal, but today the chill felt sharper, like it was seeping straight into my bones.
As I dragged a heavy canvas bag of hockey pucks across the ice, the metal eyelets scraped loudly against the frozen surface, the sound echoing through the empty, cavernous building.
My breath came in short, white puffs under the dim overhead lights. Shivering, I pulled my oversized knit sweater tighter, my mind still fried from the events of last night.
After Cole left my room, I hadn't slept a wink.
His warning about his dad tracking our academic portals had kept me tossing and turning for hours. Not because I wasn’t book smart, but because before now, my mom barely had the time to check up on things like that.
Between working double shifts and juggling m
