Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Five
The morning sun struggled to pierce through the heavy Manchester fog, but inside the local ice rink, the air was sharp, freezing, and alive with the loud, echoing sounds of hockey pucks slamming against plexiglass.
For the past two days since my explosive confrontation with Khalid in the foggy alleyway, my life had been a walking nightmare of paranoia. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his rugged, scarred face twisted in volcanic jealousy, or I heard his deep, rough voice demanding to know why I had moved on. I had lied to his face. I had told him I loved Arthur, and I had prayed to God that my cold words would be enough to break his spirit and force him to leave me alone.
But today, I had to put my terror aside. Today was about Ch
