The second half of the match gets off to an explosive start. As soon as the timer starts, Aiden’s team unleashes a relentless barrage of aggression. The Freeze bursts across the ice in a unified push that sends the Capital reeling. The Capital is clearly caught off guard. As the Freeze return the
With a sudden surge of energy, I hurried down to the edge of the rink. The coach and team owner have already opened the side door to join the team and their celebrations. I follow, too. Oh, I catch a glimpse of Aiden and the crowd of players. His face is flushed with figure, and his hair looks wil
Aiden sits on the sterile, paper-covered examination table, his feet dangling over the edge. I watch him with concern from the cushion chairs on the other side of the exam room. The doctor murmurs to himself as he carefully studies Aiden’s leg. It seems that the majority of his concern is focuse
“What, I can’t come to accompany my son out of the hospital?” Mr. Cruz huffs. Aiden and I exchange a glance. How does he know about the injury? I wonder. How did he already find out? Scratch that, how did he know when we’d be here? My mind is spinning. Still, I decide it’s best to stay silent. I
Sunlight spills through the windows of the cozy café, dappling the small tables and comfortable decor. Fiona and I sit across one of the small tables from one another with a few small bites between us. The conversation between us flows as easily as it always does, as we catch one another up on our
I rub my forehead. I can feel a headache coming on already. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I admit. “Your life has gotten crazy,” Fiona says emphatically. “I can’t even imagine living like you. It’s like you’re in some sort of dramatic TV show or something.” “Or something,” I echo. Fiona and I s
My assailant's grip tightens around my wrist, dragging me further into the darkness of my apartment. He kicks the door shut behind us as we go. Unmitigated panic surges through my veins as I struggle desperately against the relentless force. Again and again, I attempt to rip my attacker's hand off o
“Send an ambulance, too,” I add on quickly. I hang up the phone before I can hear the operator's response. My body trembles with urgency as I fall to my knees beside Aiden. Aiden cranes his neck to look up at me. “Carol, are you okay?” He asks. His voice is thin — it’s obvious he’s suffering. I ch