JUSTIN’S POV
Finally off suspension and it feels like a ton of bricks just got lifted off my shoulders. I barely even noticed the three games I missed but damn, I’ve missed the rush of skating. Chasing the puck isn’t just a drill; it’s pure adrenaline, and anyone who says otherwise clearly hasn’t felt it.
Practice ended ten minutes ago, and the guys are still huddled in the tunnel, laughing and trash-talking like usual. Coach signals me over to the plexiglass, then walks off almost immediately, and I know it’s my cue to follow.
He probably wants to hit me with his usual lecture about fighting since he always does that, and he likes to look out for us like we’re his own.
The only time Coach ever acts like he doesn’t know us is if someone even dares mention his daughter. Cross that line
