The letter from the league arrived on a Friday.
Sebastian was at home, icing his ribs from the fight, when his phone rang. It was his agent, Mark, and his voice was tight.
"The league just made their decision. You are getting five games. Frost is getting three. But that is not the bad part."
Sebastian sat up. "What is the bad part?"
"They are mandating a conflict resolution program. You and Frost have to complete it together. Two weeks. At a remote facility in the mountains. You will be coaching a youth hockey clinic."
Sebastian's heart stopped. "Together?"
"Together. Same cabin. Same ice. Same everything."
Mark kept talking, something about appealing, something about lawyers, but Sebastian was not listening. He was thinking about Julian. About the cabin. About two weeks alone with
