Holly blew out a sharp breath. Sweat had settled on every inch of her skin.

The nurse below marks the date in her blue ballpoint pen, two straight lines forming a stoic eleven in the relevant column.

There was no warmth in the golden hues of sunlight beaming onto the rink.

Something is terribly wrong.

The second they lock eyes, vivid green meeting striking blue, a supercut of imagery bursts into her mind.