>Sebastian
I sat on the bench, still in all my gear. I pulled the cursor on the video back over and over. The video played back again and again, but comprehension wasn’t sinking in.
“There’s no f*****g way,” I hissed.
But there was no denying that head of pink hair. Or the jersey she wore right there in the stands for everyone to see.
“Come on, Sebastian. You have to get changed,” Seguin said from beside me.
“Did I do it?” I said so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me. A chilly feeling swept through me from head to toe. “Did she run to him to get away from me?”
“No. No,” Nate assured me. He dropped a hand on my shoulders. “Whatever that is, I don’t believe it for a second. We know Pinky better than that.”
“She’s wearing his jersey at his home game. She went there,” I choked out
