Austin's POV

The phone vibrated on the edge of my desk just as I was lacing my skates. The caller ID made my stomach twist. Mother.

I hesitated for a second before answering. “Yes?”

Her voice came sharp, cutting through the static. “You’ve done it this time, Austin. Do you have any idea what you’ve caused?”

I closed my eyes, bracing myself. “If this is about the video—”

“Of course it’s about the video!” she snapped. “Do you think I wouldn’t find out that the entire ...