Elliot POV
My skates made a hissing sound on the floor of the tunnel. It felt like my shin guards and pads were really heavy. I was holding my stick so tight that it was making marks on my gloves.
I stopped at the edge of the tunnel where the floor ends and the ice starts.
The crowd was making a lot of noise. It was like the sound was vibrating inside my helmet. This was our first home game since everyone found out about me on TV. I was nervous about playing in front of all those people who knew my secret.
Nathan stood next to me, his big shoulder pads bumping into mine. I could see his breath in the air.
"Do not look up at the seats," Nathan said, his voice rough and low. "Do not look at the glass behind the benches. Just look at the line on the ice. We go out, we take tu
