MELISSA'S POV

Two days left.

After our final team practice, my body felt like it had been hit by a bus, but my mind refused to rest. Every muscle ached, my shoulders heavy from days of hard drills and skating, yet I was restless. I knew what was coming. Mexico. The tournament. The weight of expectations.

Coach had told me earlier to expect a delivery soon—my passport and visa card. He said everything had been processed, and the federation wanted us to fly out early and settle in before ...