Penelope's POV
I can't sleep.
The grainy image from the community rink burns behind my eyelids every time I close them. That figure in the stands. The timing. Ten months ago.
"We need to stop obsessing," Lyra says, but her tone lacks conviction.
"Something's wrong." I sit up in bed and grab my laptop again. "I can feel it."
The clock reads 2:47 AM. Practice is in six hours. I should sleep. Instead, I pull up social media and start searching with a purpose now. Not random scrolling. Deliberate investigation.
I type Liam's name into the search bar and filter by date. Going back. Further. Before I transferred to Bloodfang.
His posts are mostly hockey related. Game highlights. Training photos. Team celebrations. Nothing unusual.
Then I switch tactics. I search for tags of the community
