Three years ago, Wren Calloway slipped through my fingers.

I've spent the last 1,276 days pretending my sister's best friend doesn't exist.

Now she's the new equipment assistant for my hockey team for my final year and avoiding her is no longer an option.

The closer we get, the harder it is to ignore the truth: letting her go was the biggest mistake I've ever made.

Because Wren has never stopped feeling like home.

And I'm not sure I'd survive losing her twice.