Reborn: The Hockey Queen's Revenge 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 19

~ ISABELLA~Haywood Street was nothing like Larkspur Lane. There was no hedges, no stone, just a row of narrow houses packed close together, chain-link fences instead of iron gates, and porch lights flickering where the bulbs were going. Leonardo pulled up slower than usual, easing the Ferrari to the curb like even the car could sense it didn't belong there."Last chance to tell me what we're doing here," he said, cutting the engine."Finding out why a nineteen-year-old girl would rather go to prison than name her supplier." I answered. "But I need you to remain in the car."He let out a low whistle. "Charming. I'll be right here." He settled back into his seat, arms crossed, and didn't look remotely like he meant to stay put if things went sideways."I mean it, Leonardo. Stay in the car." I insisted."I heard you the first time." He tipped his head back against the seat, watching me through the windshield. "You know, for someone who claims to hate asking for help, you've called me tw

~ ISABELLA~The two days crawled by like they were daring me to break first.Phillip acted like nothing was wrong, which somehow made it worse. He smiled at me in the hallway between classes like we hadn't ended anything, like Isaac had never stood in a doorway and told an entire floor of a hotel that I belonged to him instead. I didn't smile back because I didn't trust myself to, not without it turning into something else.Isaac barely spoke to me at all. A nod at practice. A clipped "you ready for Thursday" that felt more like a warning than a question. I understood it, even if it stung a little more than I wanted to admit.I spent one of those nights sitting on my kitchen floor with Jessica on speakerphone, running through what she'd say so many times the words became ingrained in our memories. Everytime she made a mistake, she apologized and I had to tell her that everything was going to be fine even though it was hard for us to believe it. But I badly needed it to be.Leonardo te

~ ISABELLA~He looked like he wanted to say something, but then thought against it and left while I heaved a sigh of relief as I walked away.Phillip's forty-eight hours ran out on a Saturday.I know because I counted them, the way you count down to a storm you can see on the horizon but can't do anything about yet. I half expected him to drag it out, to make a scene on his way off the property, something theatrical enough to match the version of himself he liked to perform for an audience.Instead, he just disappeared."Housing's already cleared," Coach Reyes told the team Monday morning, arms crossed, voice carefully flat in the way adults use when they're deciding how much of the truth a room actually needs. "Moved out sometime Saturday night. Didn't leave a forwarding address.""That's it?" Danny asked. "He's just gone?""His phone's disconnected. His parents say they haven't heard from him either." Reyes's jaw tightened. "If anyone hears anything, you come to me. Not each other.

~ ISABELLA~I sat up too fast, which my skull punished immediately, and squinted toward the door in time to see Isaac standing in my living room like he had every right to be there."How did you get in here?" I demanded."Your door was unlocked." His eyes weren't on me. They'd gone straight past me, to the kitchen, where Alan stood frozen with two mugs of coffee in his hands and an expression like he'd been caught doing something far worse than making breakfast."It wasn't unlocked," Alan said slowly. "You have a key?""I have the spare from when you had the flu last winter and I had to bring the playbook by. I never gave it back." Isaac's voice stayed level, but something underneath it wasn't. "I didn't expect to need an excuse to use it.""You don't," I said, rubbing my temples. "You just need to knock next time. Preferably not at—" I squinted at the clock on my wall. "Eight in the morning, Isaac. What are you even doing here?""Checking on you." His gaze finally landed back on me,

~ ISABELLA~I pressed myself back against the wall beside him, heart hammering, and watched Veronica pull something small and metallic from her pocket. It was a tool of some kind, glinting under the lights and bend low over the frame of my racket like she had all the time in the world to get it right.I was halfway to crossing the hall before Leonardo's hand closed around my arm."Don't," he said, low. "If you go over there now, they'll just claim you're accusing them of nothing. Better they think they got away with it.""They're sabotaging my equipment, Leonardo. I'm not just going to let that slide.""I didn't say let it slide. I said don't hand them the moral high ground by making a scene before you've even proven anything." His grip eased, but he didn't let go entirely. "Trust me. I know exactly how fast Veronica can turn a situation around on paper."He was right, infuriatingly, the way he so often was about things that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with re