Timothy's POV

The locker room is a tomb. Nobody's talking, nobody's even moving much. We just sit in our gear, staring at the floor like it might open up and swallow us whole.

Three to nothing. Shut out once again at our home ice. In front of everyone.

"Well?" Dad's voice cuts through the silence. He's standing in the doorway, his face purple with rage. "Anyone want to explain to me how we just got embarrassed by a pack of nobodies?"

The team flinches. Even Coach looks nervous, which is saying ...