Timothy's POV
The news hits me like a slapshot to the chest three days after our third engagement party.
"She transferred," Ethan says, dropping onto the couch in my apartment like he's delivering a death sentence. His usual easy smile is nowhere to be found.
I freeze with my coffee cup halfway to my mouth, the ceramic suddenly feeling too heavy. "Gone where?" I ask, my voice barely steady.
"Crimson University. Full scholarship, apparently," he replies, watching my face carefully, probably cataloging every micro-expression like he's studying game footage. "Hockey scholarship."
"Hockey?" The word comes out strangled, like someone just punched the air from my lungs. "She doesn't play hockey," I protest weakly.
"Apparently she does," Ethan says, pulling out his phone and showing me a gr
