SKY’S POV
Two weeks after my first session with Amira, the team headed out for our first road trip since the meltdown.
Six sessions by then. Somehow she’d gotten me talking without ever making it feel like an interrogation.
The bus ride to the airport sat quieter than road trips usually did. One of the rookies laughed at something on his phone, too loud, then glanced around and turned the volume down.
The silence settled back in after that, heavier than before. Marchetti didn’t c***k jokes. Petrov kept checking his phone instead of talking hockey.
I knew why. Nobody had forgotten what happened. They were watching to see if it happened again, out here, away from home ice, away from anything familiar.
Reyes sat two rows up, talking quietly with an assistant coach. I caught pieces of i
