Twenty years had passed since the trade that once felt like a betrayal. On that long-ago deadline day, Harper Grant had been ripped from the only NHL team she’d ever known—Boston—and sent north to Minnesota. The deal had been controversial, emotional, headline-making. Fans in both cities had wept and raged in equal measure. Yet time, as it always does, had softened the edges. Boston eventually forgave her, and Minnesota embraced her as one of their own. Now, at forty-one, Harper was ...