The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

The morning sun was rising lazily over the city as I jolted awake to the incessant buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I reached for it on the bedside table, my bleary eyes squinting at the caller ID. It read “Scarlett.” My heart leaped

as I answered the call,

“Evie, is that you?” Scarlett’s voice sounded frail but filled with relief.

“Yeah, Scarlett, it’s me. What’s going on?” I asked, my heart pounding, I’d been waiting for this call for days.

Scarlett had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, and the anticipation of her discharge was eating

me alive.

“They’re letting me go today,” Scarlett said.

My eyes widened, and I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than I’d expected. “Today? Are you serious?” I replied,

my excitement building.

“Absolutely,” Scarlett affirmed. “I can’t stand being in this place anymore, and I want to see you and Olive.”

“That’s amazing! She’ll be so excited to see you!” I exclaimed.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Scarlett spoke again, her voice heavy with an unspoken

sadness. “How is she? I hope I hasn’t be disturbing her too much.”

I sat up in bed. “We’ve been keeping her distracted, but now I get to tell her you’re getting out.”

Scarlett let out a laugh, and I could hear the tension ease in her voice. “That’s good.”

“We’ll be down there as soon as possible,” I assured her, slipping out of bed. “Did you need me to bring anything?”

“Just some clean clothes,” she said. “And you don’t have to rush down here, either. I still have to fill out some

paperwork before I’m discharged.”

“Right,” I replied. “See you soon, Scarlett,”

I hung up the phone, my mind was racing. It felt like a load of pressure had been released.

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beside me. I gently brushed a

herself under the covers. I chuckled and lightly tickled her exposed toes,

mommy’s awake, Olive,” I told her. “Just called and told me

covers and sat up, her

to bring her home today. Let’s get you

Olive held onto my hand tightly. The sterile corridors and the clinical scent in the air seemed to make us both uncomfortable.

she saw her mother sitting on the edge of the bed. Scarlett’s auburn hair had grown unkempt during her stay, but her eyes sparkled with joy as she saw Olive’s eager

running to hug her. Scarlett embraced her, her eyes filled with tears as

my sweet girl,” Scarlett whispered, her voice trembling with

the heartwarming scene. Scarlett’s recovery had been a long and painful journey, and seeing her reunited with

while since she had worn anything other than the standard hospital gown, and the simple act of changing

we left the hospital, I suggested, “How about we celebrate

eyes widened with excitement, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Ice cream,

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face lit up with a grateful smile.

a nearby ice cream parlor, the tinkling of the door’s bell announcing our arrival. The cheerful atmosphere and the sweet aroma of

encouraged her, and she eventually settled

sample of nearly every flavor before deciding on the

we sat in a cozy corner of the parlor, I watched as Scarlett and Olive shared stories, laughter, and, of course,

how has

My eyebrows tensed and I frowned. I could still feel the soft beat of his heart beneath my fingertips from when I’d

about his mother’s passing,” Scarlett continued. “It was so awful to hear. How’s

sighed, my heart aching for Timothy and his recent loss. “I honestly don’t know, Scarlett. He hasn’t been around much these past few days. I assume he’s dealing with funeral arrangements and everything that comes with it. I thought it best

with worry. “I understand your perspective, but maybe he would appreciate having

and I wondered if he had anyone else to turn to emotionally. His family was in ruins, his mother was gone, and Stella was out of the

I might have been his only shoulder

told her, shoving a spoonful of cookie dough into my mouth. It wouldn’t hurt to see

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I made my way back to the apartment. The taste of the ice cream was still lingering on my lips, a sweet memory in a day that had been bittersweet. We had shared moments of joy and celebration, but the weight of recent events still hung heavy

my door, fumbling for my keys in my purse. Just as I was about

“Evie.”

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