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Chapter 102 — The Question

Author: Rovelt Vell
last update publish date: 2026-10-01 07:12:53

SKY’S POV

By morning the story had a name. Sports networks were calling it “The Wilson Situation,” which sounded like a diagnosis instead of two people who’d fallen in love at the wrong time.

I showed up to practice anyway. Staying home would have looked worse, and Petrov had drilled that into every rookie who ever tried to hide from a bad week: you skate through it or it skates over you.

Coach pulled me aside before we hit the ice.

“How are you doing with all this?”

“I’m fine to play.”

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