Chapter Ninety
Venessa POV
The arena was completely full. Thousands of people were shouting and making a lot of noise. I sat in my usual seat, which was close to the ice. I was wearing Khalid’s jersey. It was very big on me, but I felt proud to wear it. The large number 17 was printed on my back. Usually, coming to his hockey games made me feel excited. Tonight, the air felt different. It felt heavy and full of stress.
This was the very first home game since the bad situation with Mia had become public. The newspapers and internet blogs had been terrible. They did not care about our feelings. They took our private pain and turned it into big, ugly stories for everyone to read. They wanted to see us fall apart.
But I refused to stay home and hide. I came here tonight for Khalid. I wante
