Chapter 688 Toward Glory

• Enzo
• The clatter of hockey sticks and the distinct screech of skates cutting into the ice enveloped me as Tim and I entered the arena. It was a different vibe than what I was used to back in Mountainview—less polished, maybe a little rougher around the edges—but it was hockey, and that was home enough for me.
• “As you can see, we’re already underway,” Tim said, gesturing toward the scrimmage taking place below us. “But I’d like to hear your first impressions. And don’t hold back.”