Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

There’s a deep pang of loneliness growing in my chest. It’s become familiar at this point. The ache of being alone when all I want is someone by my side. It’s not resentment. It’s never resentment. I’m not unhappy other people are happy. It’s fear and jealousy. Jealousy that they have someone to come home to. Fear I’ll never find it.