The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 66

The soothing hum of the air conditioning blended seamlessly with the soft tapping of keyboards around me as I sat at my desk in the law firm’s office. The usual tasks of legal research and document preparation filled my day, but there was a subtle shift in the air. The fervor surrounding my place in the firm had begun to dissipate, leaving room for a new current to take its place.

With a quiet sigh, I leaned back in my chair and allowed myself a moment of respite. The past weeks had been a rollercoaster of emotions, but working was a helpful distraction. The dust was settling.

Pulling out my phone, I opened a social media app and began scrolling through my feed. What I saw took me by surprise a cascade of photoshopped images featuring Timothy and me, plastered all over the internet. Each image portrayed us in various scenarios, from romantic walks on the beach to playful moments in the park.

The hashtag #Tevie had taken hold, uniting fans in a digital symphony of support.

I couldn’t help but be both touched and astounded by the outpouring of affection. It was a testament to the power of fandom. The images were creative and varied, each one telling a story that transcended the chaos.

The captions accompanying the images were filled with words of encouragement. and well wishes, tagged with the hashtag #TEVIE.

As I continued to browse, I stumbled upon a particularly endearing image. This one was one of the only real ones in a sea of faked images. In it, Timothy and I are laughing together in the courtroom, right after our win.

With a contented sigh, I closed the app and returned to my work, but the images. and the hashtag lingered in my thoughts.

The day passed in a blur of activity, and as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, I found myself completing my last tasks for the day. Packing up my belongings, I made my way to the exit, my thoughts still tethered to the digital tapestry of support that had been woven around us.

The city streets were bustling with the energy of the evening rush as I made my way home. The glow of the city lights cast a soft radiance over the streets, emitting neon pinks and blues.

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My trance was interrupted when a woman’s voice called out to me, pulling me from my reverie.

“Scuse me, miss? Spare some change, would ya?” The voice was low and gritty as it emerged from the shadows. A cupped hand reached out to me from below and I met a pair of sad, gray eyes.

The woman was huddled against the brick wall, her face worn and weathered. Her eyes held a plea for assistance, and my heart went out to her. My hand instinctively reached into my bag, searching for some cash to give her.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t have any cash on me right now,” I replied, my voice tinged with regret.

The woman’s shoulders slumped, her disappointment evident. “Ah, it’s alright. Thanks anyway.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling of compassion that welled up within me. It was a bitter cold night, and the thought of this woman braving the elements with nowhere to turn struck a chord.

In a moment of spontaneity, I found myself saying, “How about I treat you to dinner instead? There’s a nearby diner where we can sit and have a warm meal.”

The woman’s eyes widened with surprise, her lips parting in disbelief. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

my lips. “Of course. No one should go hungry, especially on a night

booth, the warm interior a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. As we perused the menu, the woman introduced herself as Maria. Her voice held a mix of weariness

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her concern. “Nonsense. It’s my

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we perused the menu together, our conversation flowing naturally as if we were old friends catching up. The diner’s cheerful atmosphere seemed to wrap around us. I had forgotten what it was like to have a decent interaction with

perfectly scrambled eggs – I took a moment to look at the woman

here,” Maria admitted, her gaze distant as if lost in the memories of

a gesture of comfort. “Life has a

this is nice. A warm meal and a friendly face

that reminds me

words. “You deserve so

you wind up

I

snapped of a piece of bacon and popped it into her mouth, not bothering with the fact that the

on my pancakes, hoping they’d gain enough moisture to go down easy. This was a nice diner overall, but the food wasn’t exactly

pixie- like face was starting to emerge now, like the food was restoring her youth. As she wiped her mouth on a

about you,” she continued. “I’ve seen your pretty little face on the news, but I’m

and I felt the blush

would she have seen me? Was my face

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heard of Timothy Hayes, the hockey player? I was his lawyer for the case against the hockey club,” I told her. Maria

Sarah asked, a

mix of vulnerability and relief at having confided in her. “Was, but yes. It’s been… challenging, to say

a blend of understanding and curiosity. “And what about your relationship with ‘em? The news is saying you

things. Timothy and I have a professional relationship, but we’ve also become

forward, her eyes locked

hesitated for

presence that made me want to be honest. “He’s dealing with his own demons, struggles

gaze softened, and her words were laced with empathy.

my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. “I

hummed. I couldn’t help but notice Maria’s constant fiddling with something in her pocket. She’d been doing it the entire conversation, but she seemed agitated with it this time

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