Rory’s POV
I step into the arena, glancing around the rows of empty seats that not so long ago I was sitting in, surrounded by thousands of fans. It feels surreal, almost eerie, taking in the silence other than the sound of Coach’s voice as he shouts commands to the players that are circling the ice.
I follow each player with my eyes, trying the see the names on their backs, but they move so fast and I’m so high up that I can’t bring them into focus.
Heading slowly down the steps, I reach the front row, the plexiglass in front of me. I take a seat as Coach calls three of the players, to huddle around him, each man skidding to a halt as they listen intently to the older man as he gives his orders.
Breaking away again, they take positions, waiting for their coach’s signal before they pus
