Dad takes that moment to appear, and his gaze immediately flies to the door rattling right behind me. “Why do I get the feeling I don’t want to know?” “I’m helping the only way I could think how, but you might need plausible deniability on this one. You should probably keep walking.” “Okay.” He slowly backs up and disappears. I love that he doesn’t even question me. Dad might be disappointed in me when it comes to hockey, but he trusts me.
