Early February
Mack woke slowly to the feeling of warm arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt safe, ensconced in love, and unbearably happy. The day before had been spent in a cramped coach bus, eight hours on the road between Richmond and Dayton, Ohio, traveling to the next playoff game in the Conference, and Mack wanted nothing more than another few minutes with her eyes shut, the world beyond locked out, Heather’s embrace her only company…
With a smile, she rolled over to greet her girlfriend but nothing stopped her—she kept turning, rolling fully onto her back. Her smile faded and she opened her eyes. What the…?
She was alone in the bed. No arms held her, no one else was in her narrow, dimly-lit hotel room. The king sized bed took up most of the available space, and pale morning
