All Chapters of My Hockey Alpha Deadly Secret : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Knox's POVI moved fast through the corridor.The dormitory was quiet at this hour — most doors closed, the building in the particular stillness of a place where people were still asleep and had not yet begun the noise of the day. My footsteps were the only sound on the floor, fast and purposeful, the sound of someone with somewhere to be.I took the stairs.Ground floor. The main corridor leading to the exit. My jacket was on and my phone was in my pocket and my mind was already at the clinic, already running through what Rebecca had said about the tests coming back wrong, already working through what that meant and what I was going to say when I got there and how much I was going to have to explain and to whom.I pushed through the ground floor door.Ethan was in the corridor.He was near the exit — not blocking it, just there, standing with a backpack on his shoulder that was packed and zipped and had the look of something prepared rather than something thrown together. He was dres

Knox's POVI made it ten steps before I stopped.I stood on the path with the gray morning around me and ran the calculation through fast, the way I had learned to run calculations when something needed deciding in seconds rather than minutes.Ethan was convinced. I had seen it in his face — the certainty, the satisfaction, the specific look of a person who believed he had found the proof he was looking for. Denial had not moved that certainty. If anything, denial had reinforced it, because he had already decided what my reaction meant and nothing I said in that moment was going to undo the read he had made.If I kept denying it, he kept digging.If he kept digging, he found the building again. He went back. He looked harder. He found things I did not want found — more hair, the latches, the things a person found when they were searching for confirmation of an idea and were willing to search until they got it.I needed him to stop digging.I turned around.Ethan was still standing at

Knox's POVRebecca was watching my face."What?" she said. "Why are you looking at me like that?"I sat with it for a second before I answered. The exact timing — the start of it, the worsening at midnight, the specific alignment with the moon's path through the sky — was not something I could explain to her right now. Not in a fluorescent-lit lobby with a closed door we were both waiting on. Not without context she did not have and was not ready for.But I could not pretend I had not noticed it either."I might know something about what happened to her," I said carefully. "Something about the timing. I am not certain yet. But it matters and I am not going to dismiss it."Rebecca leaned forward. "What do you mean you might know something?""I need to wait and hear what the doctors say first," I said. "Before I tell you anything that might be wrong. If I am right about what I am thinking, it changes things significantly. If I am wrong, I do not want to send you down a path that is not

Knox's POVThe doctor's office was small.A desk, two chairs across from it, a filing cabinet, a window that looked out onto the side of the building next door. He sat behind the desk and put the clipboard down and folded his hands on top of it and looked at me with the patient, waiting expression of someone whose job required them to receive difficult information calmly.I sat down.I had built the story on the walk from the lobby to this room. Not a complicated one — complicated stories had more places to go wrong. Simple was better. Simple was harder to pull apart."Her name is Ember Cole," I said. "She is a second year. Pre-med.""I know her name," the doctor said. "Tell me what I do not know.""She has a condition," I said. "Something that runs in her family. Her mother had it. Her mother's mother had it before that. Multiple generations." I kept my voice steady and matter-of-fact, the way you talked about things that were simply true. "She told me about it a few weeks ago. She d

Knox's POVI opened my mouth.She was lying and she knew I knew she was lying and in approximately thirty seconds I needed to tell her what I had told the doctor before the doctor told her himself, because the moment he walked into that room and mentioned a hereditary condition she had apparently described to me in detail, the whole thing collapsed.I needed thirty seconds."Ember," I said. "There is something I need to tell you before—"The door opened.The doctor came in.He had his clipboard and his white coat and the same careful neutral expression he had carried into the lobby two hours ago. He looked at me. He looked at Rebecca. He looked at Ember in the bed."Miss Cole," he said. "How are you feeling?""Better," Ember said. "Thank you.""Good." He moved toward the bed, positioning himself at the side of it with the practiced efficiency of someone comfortable in this space. "I need a few minutes with my patient." He looked at me and Rebecca. "If you would wait outside.""We can