The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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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brushed a strand of hair away from her face and whispered, “Olive?

chuckled and lightly

her. “Just called and told me that

Olive tossed away the covers and sat up, her

bring her home today. Let’s

corridors and the clinical scent in the air seemed to make us both uncomfortable. I could tell she was eager to see Scarlett again, but the hospital environment added a layer of unease to her

room, and Olive’s face lit up with delight as 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

her. Scarlett embraced her, her eyes filled with

my sweet girl,” Scarlett whispered, her voice trembling

at the heartwarming scene. Scarlett’s recovery had been a long and painful journey, and

and laughter, I helped Scarlett get dressed in clean, comfortable clothes. It had been a while since she had worn anything other

we celebrate

and she

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lit up with a grateful smile. “That sounds wonderful, Evie. I’d love

our way to a nearby ice cream parlor, the tinkling of the door’s bell announcing our arrival. The cheerful atmosphere and the sweet aroma of freshly baked waffle cones filled the air. Scarlett’s eyes glistened with a mixture of happiness and relief as she surveyed the

I encouraged her, and she

other hand, couldn’t make up her mind and requested a sample of nearly every flavor

shared stories, laughter, and, of course, the delicious ice cream. Just the normalcy of it

how has Timothy

eyebrows tensed and I frowned. I could still feel the soft beat of his heart beneath

Scarlett continued. “It was so awful to hear. How’s he

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

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

we finished our ice cream. She had a point. Timothy had been so broken that night, and I wondered if he had anyone else to turn to emotionally. His family was in ruins, his mother was gone, and Stella was

the recent tension between us, I might have been his only shoulder to

a spoonful of cookie dough into my mouth. It wouldn’t hurt

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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

the empty hallway as I made my way to my door, fumbling for my keys in my purse. Just as I was about to insert the key into the lock, a voice from behind

“Evie.”