Kyra’s POV

The gym buzzed with noise the next morning, the kind that was more than enough for me to distract me from my sorrows and worries, but it didn’t, as it still crossed my mind with every passing second.

Music blasted from the speakers, banners hung crookedly from the rails, and the entire place reeked of sweat, paint, and excitement. The pep rally was supposed to boost everyone’s morale for the upcoming hockey event; it was supposed to be light, something fun, and maybe it was ...