Chapter 29 The Last Normal Night.

HARDIN's POV.

THREE YEARS BACK.

The rink had been my safe place for as long as I could remember.

Skiing across the ice with the hockey stick in my hand, the cold air burning through my lungs as I refused to take my eyes off the puck.

"Hardin! Left!" Marcus yelled.

"I've got it!" I said back to ...

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