Blindsided

Trent

The rink was dead quiet in a way that only happened when it was empty. Ice still perfect, lights still on, but the energy completely drained out of it. Just the hum of the cooling system and the squeak of my sneakers and the echo of both bouncing off the boards. The kind of silence that made you think too much.

Everyone else had already gone. That was nothing new. This was how it had been ev