The Hockey Star Regret
He was laughing, shouting, eyes shining like I’d never seen them before.
And that’s when the tears started.
I wasn’t crying because he’d won. I was crying because after everything, after his parents, after Jared, after the press, after the heartbreak, he was free.
He looked weightless.
Beside me, Alicia leaned over, wiping her eyes too. “You’re crying. Oh my God, you’re crying.”
I laughed shakily, swatting her with the wrinkled flag. “Shut up. You are too.”