Behind the Ice Wall
SKY’S POV
We got an actual day off together in November, a rare alignment of Amira’s schedule and a stretch without a game, and she showed up at my apartment that morning with a ridiculous amount of energy for someone who’d apparently decided we were spending the whole day doing nothing in particular.
“I have a plan,” she announced, dropping a grocery bag on my counter. “No hockey. No therapy talk. No investigation, no Damian, none of it. Just an actual day off, the kind normal people get to have.”