Alec’s POV.
I sat at the empty stands, a hoodie over my head. My arms were crossed, while my knees bounced restlessly. I watched the training.
Down on the ice. Skates sliced through the surface, leaving thin white lines behind. The sound of pucks hitting sticks echoed through the rink, followed by the dull thud against the boards.
I wasn't really watching. My thoughts kept drifting back to Sam, the hurt in her eyes, and the words I never meant.
Then the argument with Dad.
Dad walked into my room that morning. I didn't know he was around. Headphones on.
He wore a suit, as usual. His hair was neatly in place. As the CEO of an investment firm, “B-capitals,” and a major member of the school board, he held so much authority and connections in a lot of high places. He couldn't risk tarnis
