Bennett hadn’t been willing to let it go, so I told him. Everything. About the initial pain, the self-inflicted sleep deprivation, the panic attacks, Sadie… everything. He looked angry the entire time, but that’s a usual expression for the controlled goalie. But then, he hugged me. Tight. Loving. His eyes were wet with tears as he looked at me and said, “If you’d told us, told me, we could’ve helped. Things would’ve been different.”
