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My blood runs cold at the sight of the man in front of us. “Dad.”
I didn’t even know he was in town. He’s the last person I want to see right now.
“Rory.” He shifts, glancing between me and Hazel, and for the first time, he doesn’t look like the stern man who raised me.
He looks worried.
Hazel stiffens, removing her hand from mine before sticking a finger in my dad’s face.
“You,” she says in a demonic voice. “I have a bone to pick with you.”
My dad’s eyes go wide.
“You’re the fucking worst,” Hazel spits out, stabbing her finger in the middle of his chest.
“Can I—” he starts.
“No.” She pokes him again. “I’mtalking. Your only job was to love Rory, and you fucked up, Rick. You fucked up big time.”
She’s terrifying.
My dad turns to me with a strange expression, eyebrows at his hairline and eyes flashing with pain. It’s the expression he wore when my mom walked out, I realize, and my chest aches.
“Is that what you think?” he asks in a low voice. “That I don’t love you?”
My exhale is shaky, and I swallow. “I think you love hockey.”
He takes a step toward me, but Hazel moves between us. My territorial dragon, ready to strike. My hand comes to her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. Nerves are spilling over inside me, but after the conversation I had with my mom today, I know I need to be more up-front with my parents. I can’t run from this with him.
“I’ll never be enough for you,” I tell my dad, “and now you’re trying to trade me away from the only team I’ve ever loved playing for? The only coach I’ve looked up to?” My heart races. “I don’t want you to be my agent anymore. We want different things for me.”
He looks crushed. “I thought this was what you wanted.” He shakes his head, confused. “You’re not playing your best anymore. When we started getting offers, I figured a new team would get you back to where you were last year.”
“What, fucking miserable?” A cold laugh scrapes out of me. “Iamplaying my best, but all you care about is the points on the board.”
He shakes his head again, not getting it. “I just wanted you to be at the top of the league so you’d be happy.”
Something in my chest deflates with exhaustion. “That doesn’t make me happy anymore. I don’t know if it ever did. You want me to be you, but I’m not. I don’t want to be the star anymore. It’s…” I swallow. “It’s lonely.”
“Life is lonely,” my dad says in a flat tone, like it’s a fact.
Our lives are about hockey first, he said on the phone a couple months ago.
“No, it’s not.” My gaze goes to Hazel, and she gives me a small, supportive smile. “It doesn’t have to be.” Emotion hitches in my throat. “I’ll never be enough for you, but I don’t need your approval anymore.”
I have Hazel’s, and I have my own. Even if I get traded, I like the player I’ve become this season.
“Not enough for me?” My dad blinks at me. “You’reeverythingto me.”
“Every game, every pass, you’re watching and making notes so you can call and tell me everything I’ve done wrong. We’re done with that, though.” I fold my arms over my chest. It hurts saying this.
He stares at me before he looks away. Defeat pulls tight in his features. “My dad never gave a shit about me playing hockey. It didn’t matter that I played professionally or broke records.”
My grandfather on his side passed when I was a baby; I never met him, and my dad never spoke about him. My mom once mentioned that he was a professor, a workaholic, and an alcoholic. My dad runs his hand over his hair, and it’s like looking in a mirror.
“I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care,” he says quietly.
