The roar of the All-Star weekend faded into a distant, pleasant hum, replaced by the profound and echoing silence of the break. The league shut down for a precious handful of days. For most players, it was a whirlwind of exotic vacations, party yachts, and commercial shoots in sun-drenched locales. For Kyle and Arianna, it was something else entirely: their first real chance to breathe.
They didn't leave Boston. Instead, they built a fortress of quiet within the walls of their penthouse. The world outside, with its demands and expectations, ceased to exist. The only schedule that mattered was their own.
