Thin Ice

Declan

Just like your father did.

I heard it. Every single word of it. Oh hell no. He did not just say that.

My back was still turned, my feet froze, and the rink had gone so quiet I could hear the breathing. My knuckles were white. My jaw was locked so tight it ached.

I counted to three in my head, one, two and by three I had already turned back around.

I walked toward him slowly. Hands still i