Enzo

I strode into the rink, the familiar chill of the ice sending a shiver down my spine in an all-too-familiar way. Normally, it was comforting. But today, after my argument with Nina, it felt anything but comforting.

I wished that she would just trust me fully, like she said she did. But I could tell that she still was unsure about Mila, even though it never even crossed my mind to give that woman the time of day.

But as I approached the ice, where the team was already waiting, I shook off those feelings. I was here to train a hockey team, not dwell on petty arguments with my wife.

Practice kicked off, and I ran the guys through the paces-drills, formation exercises, the works. Maybe it was the tension I carried, but I found myself pushing them harder than usual.

*Knees bent!" I bellowed. "Christian, what are you doing? I just told you to flick with your wrists, not your shoulders! The stick is an extension of your arm!*

However, it wasn't long before I noticed that my agitation was nothing compared to the animosity brewing between a couple of players. I saw them trading insults under their breath, shoulders bunched and faces red.

Then it happened. A missed pass, a shove, and suddenly they were on each other like wild animals, sticks thrown aside.

player, Eddie, growled. "I told you to stay off my back

your fault!" Jonas hissed.

I had enough.

*STOP!"

back of my voice. The effect was

instigators, feeling the ice crunch beneath my skates. Gripping their jerseys,

I turned to address the rest of the team, who stared back at me with varying

on my skates to command their full attention. "I get that emotions run high, especially in a game as intense as hockey. But what just happened here? This isn't a brawl; it's a sport. A team sport. And if you can't act like

to lift each other up. Not tear each other down. I've seen teams

this rink waited for me-Nina, our unborn child, our life together-and how a simple argument could shake even the strongest of foundations. I swallowed hard, forcing my focus back on

time and place for that. It's called communication, not fistfights on the ice. If you can't settle your differences off the rink, what makes you

at one another, and I could

"From now on, if I see any of you

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