The Blackwood Blades' home opener against Montreal buzzed with tension. Fans filled the arena, many sporting hastily modified Stevenson jerseys—some supportive, others defaced in protest.
In the owner's box, Emma sat beside her father, outwardly calm despite her racing heart. The team's two preseason games had been disasters. Tonight would either begin turning the tide or cement this season as a costly mistake.
"Impressive turnout," Harold remarked, surveying the crowd. "Controversy sells tickets."
"Winning sells more," Emma replied.
The teams took the ice for warmups. Nathan skated near the boards alone, Montreal players occasionally bumping him in passing—old rivalries dying hard. The Blades players kept their distance, a visible gap where teamwork should be.
Emma's phone buzzed wit
