If I never hear the word hockey again, it will be too soon.
That’s why you won’t find a single item in my sporting goods store; no blades, pucks, or sticks.
It never existed for all I care. But I care. More than I want to.
It still hurt. Not my arm. The pain doesn’t bother me anymore. It was the rage, hostility, humiliation and of course – the gut-ripping realization of knowing my career with the NHL was over. Only two years after it started.
Until Rayne—and Jax, her seven-year-old son walked...
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