"You were going to say something."
"I decided not to."
"Growth," Jamie says.
Toby points at him. "See? Captain appreciates me."
"I didn't say that."
Jillie hugs the moose. "Does he have a name?"
"He does not. That responsibility requires leadership."
Jillie nods gravely. "I'll need time."
"Take all afternoon. This is serious work."
I should be overwhelmed.
I am overwhelmed.
But I am also laughing.
Actually laughing.
Because this entire place, this enormous professional facility filled with famous athletes and team staff and people who probably have schedules managed down to the minute, has somehow made room for my daughter and her stuffed moose.
A man in a perfectly styled jacket approaches next, grin already in place.
"So, you're Sadie?"
I narrow my eyes.
"Should I be concerned you know that?"
His grin widens.
"Nah. You've just replaced hockey in about eighty percent of Colby's conversations."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Colby's eyes close.
"Liam."
"What?"
"Stop talking."
"I'm being welcoming."
Toby, still holding the fallen helmet, points dramatically. "He's not wrong."
"Toby."
"Still not wrong."
