The next match approaches even more quickly than the last did. The feverish energy that picks up around games is upon us once again like a raging storm. This time, instead of being buried in real estate, I find myself deeply involved with the team. Most of the time, Coach Henry runs practice. He d

The realization strikes me like lightning. It all suddenly seems so clear. I turn to Aiden, feeling a need to help mend our misunderstanding. “I don’t think they’ve been slacking off, Aiden,” I say softly. I gesture toward Aiden’s teammates. “They’re nervous.” Aiden blinks at me. He follows my g

The second half of the match gets off to an explosive start. As soon as the timer starts, Aiden’s team unleashes a relentless barrage of aggression. The Freeze bursts across the ice in a unified push that sends the Capital reeling. The Capital is clearly caught off guard. As the Freeze return the

Aiden sits on the sterile, paper-covered examination table, his feet dangling over the edge. I watch him with concern from the cushion chairs on the other side of the exam room. The doctor murmurs to himself as he carefully studies Aiden’s leg. It seems that the majority of his concern is focuse

Sunlight spills through the windows of the cozy café, dappling the small tables and comfortable decor. Fiona and I sit across one of the small tables from one another with a few small bites between us. The conversation between us flows as easily as it always does, as we catch one another up on our