Chase
By the morning after the playoff announcement, hockey had become the least important part of the series.
At least according to the media.
Every sports network used the same photographs.
Allie and me at the winter market.
Missy leaving the coffee shop.
Logan outside the foundation event.
My confrontation with him at the university.
They arranged the images beside playoff statistics as though relationships were part of team strategy.
One headline called the series a battle for pride.
Another called it a war between Allie’s past and future.
The worst placed Missy between Logan and me and asked which man she would support.
I closed the article before reading further.
“They are not going to stop,” Noah said.
He sat across from me in the team lounge with his injured shoulder
