Lily’s POV:

I’ve always felt the ice in my veins—like it’s been there since before I can remember.

Some of my earliest memories aren’t of toys or playgrounds. They’re of cold air on my cheeks, the scrape of skates, and the sound of my dad’s voice saying, “Keep your knees bent, Lil. You’ve got this.”

I was four the first time I stepped on the backyard rink Dad had flooded. The skates were too big, the helmet swallowed my head, and I fell every three seconds. ...