The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 81

My heart sank as I knelt down, my fingers carefully collecting the shattered fragments of glass. Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed at the remnants of what was once a symbol of something greater. Penny placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “We’ll find a way to fix it, Evie.”

The shattered pieces lay pathetically in my cupped hands, still giving off a twinkle in the moon’s delicate light. My tears accompanied them, round little gems. surrounded by broken dreams. Linda’s deranged face flashed in my mind and I closed my hands around the pieces, not caring as their jagged edges punctured my skin and drew blood.

I felt Penny hovering beside me, occasionally grunting and shifting from foot to foot. As I gathered the shards and stuck them into my jacket pocket, she finally spoke.

“I’m sure a little super glue could fix that,” she said, patting my arm. “But I would worry more about Linda. Who knows if she’ll be trying to crawl her way back.”

I wiped the tears away from my eyes and gritted my teeth. “I hope she does, instead of running away like a coward!”

Penny hummed beside my ear. “Well, hopefully not tonight. You should get back inside now and get some rest.”

I reluctantly followed as she pressed me toward the apartment entrance, my sandals scraping along the concrete. How was I supposed to rest knowing that Timothy’s gift was in shambles?

As I made my way back up the elevators to the top floor, I took out the glass shards. and observed them in the light. They still twinkled delicately, though their now jagged surfaces were anything but. Timothy hadn’t asked about the gift ever since. he gave it to me, but I still feared he would take offense to all this.

Perhaps he didn’t need to know about Linda, or the broken glass for that matter. I was becoming eerily adapted to the stream of lies that I’d conjured up throughout the years. I probably even knew how to lie to myself.

I crawled back in bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering how the day could’ve started out so well just to end horribly.

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Chapter 81

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I groggily pushed myself up from the bed. Every new day felt like another obstacle, rather than a cleaned slate.

As I shuffled into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, and I couldn’t help but smile. Aria was already at the table, flipping through a magazine as she sipped her own cup of coffee. I poured myself a mug, taking a much needed sip before joining her.

Aria looked up from her magazine, her eyes narrowing in concern as she studied me. “Evie, you look exhausted. Did you even get any sleep last night?”

tired smile, attempting to brush off her worry. “Oh, I just got held up looking through all the Tevie stuff

to stay away from that stuff. Half of

my eyes. I quickly took another sip of coffee, hoping to distract

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began, my voice casual, “Did you enjoy the day with

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be,” I said with a

into the counter, her eyes. glossing over as she sighed

noticed,” I said with a smirk. “You’re probably one of the only people who can say they met their idol without finding out they were a

softened as she hid a smile behind her mug. “Yeah…I’m trying to stay focused on Mike, but holy hell was Timothy so hot up

glad you really enjoyed his company.

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cheekily, her attention shifting back to her magazine. “You’re one lucky

statement made my smile fade, my grip tightening on the coffee mug. Lucky.

Thankfully, she didn’t ask to come along, too enthralled in

broken

gentle caress of sunlight on

across a heavy duty glue that seemed fitting for glass surfaces. I grabbed it off the self and

a loud shout hat traveled across the

of the voice, but I didn’t have to look too far to

peace was swiftly shattered by the unmistakable clicking of cameras and the animated chatter of paparazzi. They were going

Thi way. Exte! The paparazzi i voices were like a relentless barrage of question, rach one sharper than the last, their flashing camera momentarily Bilinding me and exacerbating my

mow!” I cried, striding my face as I rushed to one of the registers.

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