Julian's POV
The third period starts without me on the ice. I sit on the bench, helmet in my hands, watching even though I know Coach isn't putting me back in. My stomach churns as I watch the guys skate without their captain, knowing this whole mess is my fault.
Bryson is everywhere out there. He's skating faster than I've ever seen him, hitting harder, pushing through every defense like his life depends on it. The team rallies behind him in a way that makes my chest tight.
"Come on, Miller!" someone shouts from the bench.
Minutes drag by like hours. The score remains tight at 3-1, and Toronto continues to press hard, trying to put the game away. Our guys are fighting back though, creating chances they weren't getting in the first two periods.
With less than two minutes l
