Harper Grant’s trade to Minnesota hit like a breakaway she never saw coming.

The call from the GM had been polite but final.

“Minnesota’s offer is too good. We’ve accepted. You’re heading home.”

Home.

The word twisted in her gut.

Boston was home—the arena where her mom’s number hung, where she’d won Cups, where her children had learned to skate in the family lounge.

Minnesota was roots—Evergreen Hollow nearby, Uncle Everett’s old ...