Brody threw himself off the couch and into his parents’ arms, wrapping them both in one huge hug. A second later, he was crying, his back bowing as he sank into them, our nineteen-year-old NHL star going right back to his inner five-year-old who needed his mom and dad to make everything better. They held him fiercely, rocked him back and forth, and Owen said, “We’re here, son. We’re here.”
