Ryan’s eyes flick back to Hayden. “You played hockey?” “Yeah, I did. I played in the pros for twelve years.” Ryan nods approvingly. “What position?” “Forward. Center.” “Me too. Well, I’m right wing, like my dad.” Ryan points to me, and the pride that blooms in my chest threatens to crack my ribs when he says, “I wanna be just like my dad when I grow up.” I ruffle his hair. “You will be better than me, bud. I promise you that.” “I always wanted to be like your dad too,” Hayden admits. My head snaps to him. “You did?” “Yeah, you were, and still are, magical out there. How many times have you won
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