Clara Kane-Rivera had always been the quiet storm of the family—the steady defenseman who protected everyone on the ice and off it, the one who listened more than she spoke, who carried others’ pain without complaint.

At thirty-eight, she was a pro legend turned beloved analyst, married to Alex, mother to twins Sofia and Mateo (nineteen now, college freshmen—Sofia playing forward at Wisconsin like her aunt Lily once had, Mateo rowing crew at Stanford like his uncle ...