thought my son was sneaking out of hockey practice for some harmless teenage reason. Then I opened one door and saw a face I had mourned for sixteen years.
Sam had been playing hockey since he was seven, so by sixteen, the rink felt almost as familiar to me as our own kitchen.
That mattered more than usual after we moved.
We had only been in the city a few months, and almost everything still felt temporary. Half our boxes were unpacked.
Sam grabbed his hockey bag.
I still used GPS to get to the grocery store. Sam had left behind his school, his friends, and the team he had played with for years.
Hockey was the one thing that stayed the same.
He joined a local club almost immediately, and five days a week, I picked him up after school and drove him straight to practice.
At 4:30, I pulled into the same parking lot.
Sam had left behind his school.
Sam grabbed his hockey bag from the trunk.
“See you at six, Mom.”
Then he disappeared through the main entrance.
I came back ninety minutes later.
Until one Tuesday.
He climbed into the car sweaty and exhausted, threw his gear into the laundry room when we got home, complained about drills, and told me which teammate had nearly taken him out against the boards.
Nothing about it seemed unusual.
Until one Tuesday.
I had barely pulled away from the rink when I noticed Sam’s water bottle on the passenger seat.
His coach spotted me.
I turned around, parked, and carried it inside.
His coach spotted me almost immediately.
“Lily?”
I lifted the bottle. “Sam forgot this.”
He didn’t take it.
My smile disappeared.
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