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When I’m done, I step away fast.Too fast.
“All right,” I whisper.“You’re cleared for ice tomorrow.But no hitting.No checking.No collisions.”
Atlas snorts.“So...no hockey.”
Kael shoots him a warning glare.
Finn steps forward—then stops halfway, remembering.
“Wren,” he says softly.“If you need anything...anything at all...”
I shake my head.“I don’t.”
My voice cracks on the last word.
They hear it.
All three of them go still, like my pain hits them physically.
I can’t do this.
I can’t be in this room another second.
“I need to go,” I whisper.
“Wren—” Kael tries.
But I’m already walking out.
Fast.
Too fast.
Almost running.
I don’t look back.
If I do, I’ll break.
