(Kane)
The locker room was still buzzing with the high of another hard-fought win in the championship series.
We had taken Game 5 cleanly by executing the new strategy to perfection. Focus on Brooks. Overload the left side. Pull Danica out of position without touching her directly. It worked. Brooks took the brunt again, limping off in the third period with a tweaked ankle, and we pulled away late. The guys were loud, slapping shoulders and replaying key moments, but I felt hollow.
I slipped out into the quiet hallway to take the call I knew was coming.
“Dad.”
Victor Harlow’s voice came through sharp and satisfied. “Congratulations on the win, son. Solid game. The scouts are impressed with how you’re controlling the tempo. Keep this up and we’re looking at a deep run.”
I leaned again
