Lily Kane was twenty-six now, in her third professional season with the Boston Fleet, and the world had begun to feel both bigger and smaller at the same time.

Bigger because her life was full: road trips to new cities, endorsement deals that still surprised her when she saw her face on billboards, invitations to speak at girls’ hockey clinics, and the steady rhythm of a team that felt like family.

Smaller because, no matter how many arenas she played in, her heart always ...