ASHLEY’S POV
The scrape of blades against ice echoed through the rink. Coach blew his whistle every few seconds as the football players struggled to keep up with the hockey team.
Melissa and I stood at the side, clipboards in hand, scribbling down last-minute notes for the charity game. The place was cold as usual my nerves kept me warm enough.
Melissa tapped her pen against the clipboard, glaring toward the bleachers. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I followed her gaze. Kathy lounged back like she was poolside in Malibu. She had oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and a sparkling water bottle dangling in her manicured hand. She scrolled lazily through her phone as if the world revolved around her thumbs.
Melissa’s jaw ticked. “She hasn’t written a single thing down in three day
