Sahara and Isis made their way out of the locker room, looking for Candy and Slade, but the couple was nowhere to be seen.
When a hysterical crying followed by hiccups echoed down the hall, Isis pulled Sahara along. “It’s Candy. She’s really upset.”
“I hope she’s okay.”
Slade walked past them with his head hung low and his hands shoved in his gym short pockets. He looked like he had ripped his heart out. Tears threatened to escape the corners of his eyes, clearly worried. “When she’s ready to talk, I’ll be in the ring. Unless you two want to tell me what’s going on.”
Isis looked at her friend and back at Slade. “She didn’t tell you?”
“She’s too upset. She asked me to leave her alone because she didn’t want me to see her cry. I didn’t want to push,” Slade said, shifting back and forth,
