It started with a sentence Sienna didn't know was a grenade.
We were in the dorm. Saturday evening. She was getting ready for Cole's game – the not as a friend game, the one she'd changed outfits for three times while pretending she hadn't – and I was on my bed editing my column when she said it. Casually. Offhandedly. The way people deliver information that will rearrange your entire week without knowing they've lit the fuse.
"Cole was bummed about practice being cancelled yesterday. He'd been working on some new save technique and wanted to test it."
My fingers stopped on the keyboard. "Practice was cancelled?"
"Yeah. Something with the rink – ice maintenance or a scheduling conflict or something. Cole said the whole team had the afternoon off."
The whole team. The afternoon off. Ye
