“But that’s the thing,” I say. My voice shakes. “Nothing makes me happy. Not really. It’s not even that I don’t like hockey, it’s just … I don’t like anything. Not enough to matter. All I ever wanted with hockey was a choice. I wanted to come with you when you moved. I didn’t care about the best opportunities. I was ten. I wanted my family. You could’ve retired in Buffalo, but you chose to come here and keep playing. You chose to leave me. And when you did finally retire, instead of coming back, you stayed here.”
