The guys and I are crammed into the lounge at the arena, half‑dressed for practice, all glued to the TV like it’s the Stanley Cup Finals instead of a figure‑skating competition. But honestly? It feels like the Finals. Because Lena’s skating.And I swear, I’m cheering loud enough she should be able to hear me from three states away. When her score flashes, the room explodes. “LET’S GO, LENA!” Mason yells, throwing his hands up.“FIRST PLACE!” another teammate shouts.Someone grabs me in a headlock, shaking me like I just scored a hat trick. I’m laughing, yelling, clapping, everything at once. God, I wish I could’ve been there in person. Watching her on TV is incredible, but seeing her skate live? It’s something else. It’s magic. And today? She was unstoppable. My Lena is back. Stronger. Calmer. More confident than I’ve seen her in months. She’s ready for Nationals. Hell, she’s ready for anything.But then the camera cuts to Sabrina. And everything inside me goes cold. She’s standing st
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