Chase
Winning the game should have been the most difficult part of my night.
It was not.
We had spent three periods fighting for every goal against one of the strongest defensive teams in the league. By the final two minutes, the score was tied, Ryan had taken a hard hit near the boards, and Coach had shortened the shifts because everyone was exhausted.
I scored with thirty-eight seconds left.
The arena exploded.
My teammates surrounded me, sticks striking against my helmet and shoulders while the crowd shouted my name. The sound was familiar. The rush of victory was familiar. Even the cameras moving closer as we left the ice were familiar.
What waited after the game was not.
Allie was going to interview me live.
I had known about the segment for nearly a week. We had discussed wh
