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Noah Pov:The days following Ashford's arrest passed in a strange, unfamiliar rhythm, the constant crisis mode we'd been living in slowly giving way to something that almost resembled normal life. Ivy's grandmother continued recovering steadily, her color returning, her strength building with each passing day. The formal charges against Reyes, Danielle, Patricia, and Ashford moved forward through the legal system, federal investigators uncovering the full scope of a betting syndicate that had operated undetected for over a decade.I sat in Lockwood's office on a Tuesday morning, ten days after that final confrontation at the clock tower, waiting for what felt like the last major hurdle standing between me and reclaiming whatever remained of my career."The board's finalized everything," Lockwood said, sliding a folder across his desk. "Full reinstatement, formal acknowledgment of everything you endured, and given the circumstances, they're even willing to petition the NHL for a hards

Noah Pov:Ivy's hands trembled as she read the message aloud, her voice cracking with each word. "He's threatening us," she said. "Noah, this isn't subtle anymore. He's telling me if I don't show up, he'll do something with information about my grandmother.""We need to call Ramirez back immediately," I said, already dialing, my own hands unsteady with fury and fear tangled together.Ramirez answered on the first ring this time, his voice tight with the same urgency I felt building in my chest. "I just saw the forwarded email," he said before I could even explain. "Ivy, this changes things considerably. This isn't just suspicious anymore, it's an explicit threat.""What do we do?" I asked, glancing at Ivy, who sat frozen beside me, exhaustion and terror warring plainly across her features."I'm escalating this immediately to federal authorities," Ramirez said. "Given the explicit threat combined with his apparent connection to the syndicate, we have enough now to justify a warrant,

Ivy POV:"Noah!" I screamed again, my hands shaking as I pressed against the door, torn between the desperate need to find him and my grandmother's fragile safety behind me. "Someone answer me!"Anna grabbed my arm, her own voice trembling. "Ivy, if you open that door and it's dangerous out there…""I can't just leave him," I said, tears streaming down my face. "Anna, please, stay with Nan. I have to know if he's okay."Before I could reach for the lock, the door handle rattled sharply, and I froze, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might stop entirely."Ivy, it's me." Noah's voice, breathless and tight with pain, cut through the darkness. "Open the door quickly."Relief crashed through me as I fumbled with the lock, pulling the door open to find Noah slumped against the frame, one hand pressed against his side, blood seeping between his fingers in the dim emergency lighting."Noah!" I pulled him inside immediately, my hands hovering helplessly over the wound. "What happen

Ivy Pov:"Call her," Noah said, gesturing toward my phone despite the exhaustion still evident in his voice. "Ivy, whatever this is, better to know now than to keep wondering."I dialed the number the director had provided, my hands trembling slightly as it rang twice before connecting. "Dr. Chen? This is Ivy Sullivan.""Ivy, thank you for calling back so quickly," she said, her voice carrying a warmth that eased some of my anxiety, though urgency still threaded beneath it. "I wanted to speak with you directly given everything that's happened with Dr. Feldman. I imagine the news has been quite alarming.""It has," I admitted. "Dr. Chen, I need to be honest, I've been considering whether attending the program is still safe, given his arrest.""I completely understand that concern," she said. "Which is exactly why I wanted to reach out personally. I want to assure you the program itself remains fully legitimate and secure. Dr. Feldman's activities were entirely separate from the fell

Ivy Pov:Noah's hand trembled slightly as he turned the phone toward Lockwood, watching the older man's face crumble further at the sight of the message."That's him," Lockwood said quietly, his voice hollow. "That's exactly how Daniel used to talk, even as a kid. Calculated and always three steps ahead.""He wants to meet me," Noah said slowly. "Coach, why would he want to meet me specifically?""I don't know," Lockwood admitted, though something in his expression suggested he had at least a theory forming. "But given everything Ashford said about wanting to control outcomes, about profiting from vulnerable players, I think Daniel might see you the same way Reyes saw his own son. A project. Someone to manipulate and control."The comparison sent a chill through me, memories of Reyes's twisted obsession with his injured son still fresh and horrifying. "We need to tell Ramirez immediately," I said, already reaching for my phone."Wait." Noah's voice stopped me, something steady and