Pressure Play

Declan

Coach hadn't even let us eat properly before dragging us to the rink.

I'd had half a protein bar and whatever was left of the coffee I'd grabbed on the way down.

The ice felt good though. That part I couldn't lie about. The second my skates hit it, something in my chest loosened.

Like everything else, the hotel, Trent down the hall, my mom's text about my dad, all of it — got muted the mo