Missy
I had forgotten how loud hockey arenas could be.
The sound reached me before I even entered the main building. Fans shouted near the gates, music played from outdoor speakers, and reporters gathered behind barriers hoping to catch players arriving. Team colors covered almost every coat, scarf, and painted face around me.
I pulled my black cap lower and kept my head down.
My coat was plain, dark, and long enough to hide the team sweater underneath. I had considered wearing something nicer, then reminded myself that this was not a date.
I was attending my brother’s game.
I also happened to be meeting someone afterward.
Those were two separate things.
At least, that was what I had been telling myself since morning.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
For one foolish second, I thou
