Chapter Fifty-Six
Venessa’s Point of View
The first official home game of the brand-new hockey season arrived with the sudden, violent force of a winter storm.
The massive sports arena was packed to its absolute maximum capacity. Thousands of excited fans crammed into the stadium, and the loud, thunderous roar of the crowd vibrated through the solid concrete walls, travelling straight through the floor and deep into my bones. I sat in my usual seat in the special section, wearing Khalid’s jersey proud. The number 17 was stretched big and bold across my back, but tonight felt completely different from any game I had ever attended before. The peaceful, quiet summer bubble that we had carefully lived in for three beautiful, uninterrupted months had officially burst into pieces. The air ins
