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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tiny frame curled up beside me. I gently brushed a

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

awake, Olive,” I told her. “Just called and

the covers and sat up,

her home

tightly. The sterile 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

Scarlett’s room, and Olive’s face lit up with delight as she saw her mother sitting on the edge of the

Scarlett embraced her, her eyes filled with tears as

whispered, her voice trembling with

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

laughter, I helped Scarlett get dressed in clean, comfortable clothes. It had been a while since she had worn anything other than the standard hospital gown, and the simple act of changing into her own

suggested, “How about we celebrate your release

excitement, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Ice cream,

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a grateful smile. “That sounds wonderful,

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

flavor you two like. On me,” I encouraged her, and she eventually settled on a scoop of mint chocolate

a sample of nearly every flavor

and Olive shared stories, laughter, and, of course,

how

of my calm state. My eyebrows tensed and I frowned. I could still feel the soft beat of his heart beneath my fingertips from when I’d sat with him the other

mother’s passing,” Scarlett continued. “It was so awful to

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

your perspective, but maybe he would appreciate having a friendly face around, someone who understands what

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 out

between us, I might have been his only

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

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off Scarlett and Olive, 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

echoed in 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

“Evie.”