Walter's POV“Thirty seconds left on the clock in the third period! The Knights are tied two-two with the Vipers! Walter Waters is bringing the puck up the left wing, looking for an opening, looking for a miracle!”The announcer’s voice bounced off the plexiglass, distorted by the static of the arena speakers.I hated many things here, but most of all, I hated the crowd.I didn't give two fucks about the fans. I didn't care about the silver trophy sitting on a table near the bench, or the scouts scribbling notes in their VIP boxes.I only cared about one person sitting in section 102, row four.I stole a half-second glance toward the glass as I crossed the blue line. My mother was standing up, her hands pressed flat against her coat, her eyes locked on me.She looked so fragile under the stadium lights, but her face was filled with a look so bright, so… proud, that it made something uncomfortable twist in my chest.She had sacrificed every dollar, every night of decent sleep, and what
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