Penalty Box

Declan

The Ironclads' logo was painted across center ice by the time I got to the locker room, and I still hadn't heard back from Sienna.

I need space. That's what her text had said last night, four words that had been sitting in my chest since like a splinter I couldn't dig out. No explanation. No "I'll call you later" like she'd promised in that closet. Just space, whatever that meant, however l