You can’t retire for me. What if it’s too soon? You’ll hate me in the end.” I lower my forehead to his. “Jet. My sweet Jet. I could never hate you, and I’m not retiring for you. I’m retiring for us. For me. I’m done after this season no matter what. Remember how I said I wanted to retire on my own terms and not on the NHL’s time? This is my choice. My time.”
