Humphr
ness drifted
voice broke through the endless dark
.. Case
my body felt heavy, trapped so
the man I had pushed away
ciousness. A sharp, unfamiliar beep drifted throu
ything we
again, the first thi
l of the ice rink. The smell of freshly cut ice, sweat, and hockey equipmen
vision. I looked down and froze when I saw
. Young, uninjured, untouched by the
id that everything would disap
m. My heartbeat was
d it. My senior year. Before everything changed-before I walked
k. A hockey glove hit the
shed back, his expression filled with the sam
he was someone worth following. Now, I coul
d this prac
nding to have stomach cramps, while Boyce casuall
umiliating. I believed it was somet
lowly became someone who ex
ed it too. Their drills slowed a
ordering his mai
asks. Does she even have
my previous life. Now, hearing t
had been born into one of the most powerful hockey fa
, I never qu
e people around him was what someon
he daughter of the Humphrey family, not someon
against the glass. "H
ce, his skates clicking against the
tely. I would have smiled, apologized, and
away from his hand. His
owly stopped their practice. The sound of skates cutting
his
ion on his
g. Without saying a word, I tu
ete floor as I left behind the pl
t let anyone take con
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