ASHLEY’S POV
Being the hockey team’s assistant wasn’t glamorous. It was far from it. My mornings were filled with color-coded schedules, equipment checklists, and making sure no one forgot to hydrate before drills. It was work. Real, exhausting work. And I had to deal with exhausting classes on top of it.
But it felt good. It felt like mine.
I was actually pretty good at it. besides, I was starting to genuinely like hockey. I could see why people loved the sport and could literally die for it.
“Water’s here. Don’t wait until your legs feel like bricks to drink it,” I called out, placing bottles neatly on the bench.
Coach walked by, glancing down at my clipboard. “Nice job organizing the schedule, Ashley,” he said with a small smile. “This might be the most put-together week we’ve ha
