Rhys
My heart pounded hard against my ribs at the mention of the NHL. I stared at my grandfather after the announcement, my mind racing through every possible scenario. The NHL didn't call him for no reason. It was all because of me.
"The NHL?" I repeated, forcing myself to look my grandfather in the eye. "And? Why are you telling me this now? Why didn't you tell me on our way here? If they called, could it be because of the hit? I played within the heat of the game. I didn't do anything wrong."
My grandfather didn't answer immediately. He just leaned back, his hands folded over the silver head of his cane. Then he cleared his throat before speaking again.
