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