Cole watched Reese take on Sasha's mentorship with a specific, quiet pride that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with the woman he'd married — the way she carved out actual time each week for phone calls with a fifteen-year-old three hours away, the way she drove up to Northbridge for Sasha's first game of the season despite a grueling travel schedule of her own.
"You're doing for her exactly what nobody fully did for you," he said one evening, watching Reese hang up from another call, notes scribbled on a legal pad about defensive positioning drills she planned to walk Sasha through over video.
"Marsh did some of it, eventually. My dad did all of it, from a different angle." Reese set the legal pad aside, settling onto the couch beside him. "I just wish someone with ac
