Chapter Thirty
The small apartment felt completely, utterly, and devastatingly too quiet.
I sat all alone on the cushions of the living room couch in the deep pitch-dark, still wearing the massive, oversized Arctic Wolves team hockey hoodie that Khalid had given me weeks ago during a much happier time. The intense hockey game had finally ended over a long hour ago. The Arctic Wolves had actually won the big match against their rivals, but I had watched the entire exciting game completely alone in the dark, curled up under a blanket with a green bottle of white wine that I had barely even touched at first.
Now, that first bottle of wine was almost completely empty.
I slowly poured myself another full glass, my hands shaking and trembling slightly as the clear liquid filled the cup. Big
