Ruby’s POV

It was late afternoon when I made my way to the training center. The air inside the ice rink was always cold and bright, filled with the sounds of blades scraping and pucks smacking against the boards.

I kept my arms close to my body as I walked along the glass, clipboard in hand.

After everything that happened yesterday, my mind felt foggy and slow, like the memory of the incident in the office was just a bad dream.

I only remembered pieces: Austin’s eyes, the feeling of ...