Storm POV
Zero phoned me today and sent me some proud photos. His son won his first ice hockey match, scoring two goals. Zero had apologised for not being here to support me when I became president. It was a hard decision, but I understood; his eldest son had to come first. Where Mum and Dad came because I would only become president once, and could see other games later. Zero also had insisted they come and support me, understanding that he couldn't. He took Penny and little Simon to watch the game instead, and no doubt Penny would have had pompoms flying and would give Dad a blow-by-blow account of the game.
I had a lot to wade through. Now we were back home, spending nearly a whole day at the clubhouse. Dinner was done and dusted a couple of hours ago, and Tempest was in the middle of
