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Away from the rink Summer came with a plan. No ice. No pads. No early mornings. Greece. Family. Sun. He had earned it. For three weeks it worked. He swam. He ate. He sat with his grandparents on the terrace.…

The buzzer goes and the sound hangs longer than it should.Not loud. Just final He stays in the crease for a second too long. Stick resting on the ice. Mask still on. As if leaving too fast would make it…

We’re early.Earlier than necessary. Earlier than most. The rink smells clean in the morning. Cold. Exited. He steps onto the ice and skates straight to the crease. No laps. No talking. Rituals Tape. Stretch. One glove tap on the post.Same…