I look at the notebook for a long time, at the evidence of a future I never dreamed of but now can’t imagine living without. Eventually, she tugs the notebook out of my hands and climbs onto my lap. I slide my hands up to her hips and give them a squeeze. “Thank you for sending my teammates to the Summit.” Her expression softens. “Did I guess right? That when you said you were saying goodbye, that means no more hockey?” I nod. “No more hockey.” “Are you feeling okay? About retiring?” “Better than I was, for sure,” I say. “Thanks to you.”
