My Hockey Alpha
One thing was for certain, though: I was even more intrigued by this strange journal now.
With a sigh, I sank down onto the edge of the bed, still holding the strange book in my hands. The sun had already begun to crest over the horizon, and I hadn’t slept a wink since Enzo’s episode in the infirmary. The book may have been an intriguing distraction, but there was no getting that look in his eyes out of my mind.
Was the doctor right? Was it really a case of PTSD flashbacks?
Or was it something… more?
I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I looked down at my book. Just as the doctor had said, only time would tell. Enzo was safe for now, at least, as was Matt. I supposed that in the meantime, I could