The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never imagined himself in this place, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable.

The funeral director, a somber woman with kind eyes, was patiently guiding Timothy through the various options. He listened, trying to make sense of the practicalities. There was so much to plan, but he didn’t know much about what his mother would’ve wanted once the time came.

As he discussed the details of the service, the floral arrangements, and the guest list, Timothy’s mind kept drifting back to the moments he had spent with his mother during her final days. He hadn’t been the son he wished he could have been. He had been wrapped up in his own life, his own problems, though he was grateful to have been by her side until her last breath.

A sharp, unwelcome interruption pulled Timothy from his thoughts. The doors of the funeral home swung open, and in walked his father. The sight of his father in this place was surprising and unsettling.

“Dad,” Timothy said cautiously as Kamran approached. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Kamran looked at him somberly as he came to stand by his side, hands shoved in his pockets. “She was still my wife, Timothy. I have every right to be here, to handle the arrangements.”

Timothy’s brows furrowed, a hint of anger bubbling beneath the surface. “But you left her. You left her years ago, and you weren’t there for her when she needed you most.”

Kamran’s gaze remained steady, his voice unwavering. “That may be true, but she was still my wife. We shared at life together, and now I want to make sure she’s taken care of in the end.”

Timothy shook his head, his anger flaring. “You can’t just waltz im here and take control. You weren’t taking care of her when she was alive. She deserved better.”

Kamran’s jaw tightened. “I know I wasn’t the husband I should have been, but I loved her, and I still do. Don’t forget that I was the one still paying for that house.”

Timothy fought the urge to flinch at the passion in his father’s voice. He didn’t think Kamran would have felt so

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like everyone was buying time until her death, treating her as the family’s estranged, ailing

let her memory be tarnished,” Kamran continued. “And she deserves

deep sense of sadness. He remembered his mother’s final days, her frail form in the hospital bed, and the conversations they had shared. She had mentioned, just once,

sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of his emotions. “She told me once that she wanted

was her

eyes softened, his shoulders sagging. “I

can have the funeral, Dad. For the sake of the family. But the cremation is going to happen despite what anyone

agreement, the tension in the room gradually dissipating. “Thank

to fight back the bile that rose in his throat upon seeing

funeral, it would be the

discussing the steps for who would carry the casket, the

Andy came rushing in, and the calm atmosphere

line, and her voice was shrill as she spoke. “Timothy,” she

air like a thundercloud, and the room fell into a tense silence. Timothy was taken aback, more so that she had the nerve to address that here. “What? No, Stella, of course not,”

“The photos of you and that woman went public, and it can’t be a coincidence. You’ve been trying to

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retorted. “I would never do something like that, and neither would Evie. We’re

we should discuss this later,” he suggested, his voice trying to

before Stella could respond, stepped forward, a guilty

”

back to Timothy. “I dropped the protective order! What

sent the photos to

hung in the air, a bombshell that shattered the already fragile peace. Stella’s anger shifted from Timothy to Andy, her face contorted in

hell would you do that?”

love you, Stella,” he admitted. “I can’t stand by and watch you go

“This was not part