When Logan returns, it’s with gloves, sticks, and a puck. His grin is so big and so boyish that I can’t help but smile in response. “Get out here, Pete. You wanted to play hockey? Let’s play hockey.” He doesn’t need to tell me twice. And while there was something magical about skating hand in hand with Logan, having him teach me puck control and how to line up a shot is excellent. I also do not mind even the smallest bit when I need help with my hold and he comes up behind me, placing his arms around me to adjust my grip. “Slide your hand like this,” Logan says, moving my gloved hand. “I feel
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