Timothy's POV

I skate back to center ice for the second period, my jaw clenched so tight it might crack. Fifteen seconds. She scored on us in fifteen fucking seconds.

"Shake it off, Cap." Ethan glides up beside me, his voice steady but I catch the concern in his eyes. "It's one goal."

One goal that has the entire arena buzzing with disbelief. One goal that has Dad gripping the railing in his luxury box like he wants to strangle someone. One goal that proves everything I've been trying not to ...