Home Ice.

Chapter Twenty-Four.

Grace

It's been two days since I let my best friend go. 48 hours to almost the minute.

None of us have really slept, I've maybe gotten three or so hours - as has Casey. So you can imagine Finn hasn't gotten more than the few minutes where he literally passed out.

He hasn't gone home once, hasn't showered. He's barely eaten, he barely drank any water. I don't know how much longer he can go like that.

Granted, we only went home once to shower and try and bring some normalcy to Kenny - since she's not used to both of us being away. And that trip only lasted a few hours.

Since yesterday, Cam and Sophie came. Cam looks like the rest of us, he hasn't slept since and his eyes look permanently red from crying. He came in red hot, asking a thousand questions about everything that happened - but then he got quiet and I haven't heard him speak much since.

I've seen Finn hit a breaking point about four times in the last two days, every time I think it can't get any worse it somehow does. It feels like a human being shouldn't be able to feel that much pain.

Every breath I take feels like I'm breathing in some kind of toxic gas, so I truly cannot imagine what Finn is feeling. I think his thoughts are so all over the place that he can't even function in his own mind. He's a different person right now, he's slower and isn't with us 98% of the time even though he's only a few feet away. The absolute only thing keeping him going is Avery. Nothing else.

We've been through everything a thousand times over and over and over. They've checked everywhere, they even went to Avery's old house because we were sure for a minute that that's the home he was referring too. But that's too easy and everything he's done has been thought out and planned.

Jordan and Andrew went to go talk to some people and I'm leaning back into the couch in this room, staring at the hole Finn punched into the wall yesterday.

Out of everything that's happening, the thing plaguing my mind the most is the elephant in the room. The baby.

I know she's pregnant, I know she didn't take the test but seeing her so sure was convincing enough - so forget about how she's been acting on top of the fact that I just have the feeling myself. I'm so fucking torn on what to do.

On one hand, it should be absolutely obvious that I tell everyone. There's even more at stake than anyone even knows. I know just by not telling them, I'm lying to everyone I love. I know that Finn has a baby coming, one that's in danger and I'm not telling him. It's killing me.

But I can't. The look on her face when she begged me not to is holding me a thousand steps back. She's never been so adamant about something before, not in the entire time I've known her. I love Finn to death, but shes my best friend and she's gone. The least I can do is keep my word to her. It's all I've got left.

I sigh deeply and look over at Casey, who's typing on his phone. He's been texting everyone from their team, letting them know what's going on. They both took a leave of absence from the season, so who knows how long they'll be out for.

My voice is scratchy as I ask, "What time is Connor bringing Kennedy over?"

She's going nuts not seeing us and it's tearing me apart not being with her. I just want to hold my baby close to me.

"They'll be here any minute. He was picking up Morgan on the way," he says distractedly. My mouth turns up a little bit at that. Avery would be over the moon.