LOGINChapter 24: The Playoff Game The suspension came down the morning of Game Five. Mack had been in a fight the night before, defending Eli after a cheap shot. The league reviewed the tape and gave him two games. Two games. In the playoffs. When the team needed him most. Eli heard the news from Louie. He did not react. He and Mack had not spoken in days, not since the parking lot confession. The silence between them was a living hell, heavy and cold. "You okay?" Louie asked. "Fine." he replied while staring at nothing. "You are not fine. The team is falling apart." Eli pulled on his gear. His hands were shaking. "The team is fine." "The team is not fine. You are not fine. Mack is not fine." Louie stepped closer. "What happened between you two?" "Nothing." his tone a little higher than normal. "Bullshit." Louie's voice was sharp. "I have known you for two years. I have known Mack for five. Whatever is going on, you need to fix it. We cannot win without both of you." Eli turned
The morning after Mack’s confession, Eli woke up angry. Not the explosive anger he had felt in the locker room years ago. This was cold, quiet, suffocating. Mack had lied to him aain. Not about being his brother but about Daniel, the investigation and evidence. Eli lay in bed, replaying every conversation, every moment of trust. Mack had known everything. He had let Eli spiral, let him panic, let him suffer, all while holding the proof that could have ended it sooner. Eli got up, dressed and walked past the couch where Mack was still sleeping. He just left without waking him up or leaving a note behind. At practice, Eli ignored Mack completely. He did not look at him, did not pass to him during drills or acknowledge him when Mack spoke. The other players and coach noticed, the tension was thick enough to cut. “Park, Hale,” Coach Marshall called out. “Stay after, we need to talk.” When the rest of the team filed off the ice, the two of them stood at center ice, facing ea
The kiss on the roof should have been a beginning. Instead, it felt like an ending. For three days after, Mack barely looked at Eli. He was polite, professional, distant. He answered questions about drills, helped during practice, and then disappeared. No coffee. No late‑night talks. No almost kisses. No nothing Eli tried to catch him after practice but Mack always had somewhere else to be. On the fourth day, Eli waited by Mack’s car. Mack walked into the parking lot, saw him, and stopped. “You are avoiding me,” Eli said. Mack did not deny it. “I am trying to protect you.” “From what?” “From me.” Eli stepped closer. “That is not your choice to make.” Mack’s jaw tightened. He looked at the ground, then back at Eli. His eyes were red, tired. “There is something I have not told you,” Mack said. “Something I did.” Eli’s stomach turned. “What?” Mack took a breath. “After I found out about Daniel, after I started gathering evidence, I got scared. Scared that the police would n
The days after the press conference were strange. Eli expected backlash. He expected hate mail, cruel comments, teammates looking at him differently. Instead, something unexpected happened, people were kind to him. Fans sent messages of support and encouragement. Other players reached out to share their own struggles. The league issued a statement praising Eli’s courage. His parents called not to disown him, but to ask if he was okay. His mother cried. His father was quiet. But neither of them hung up. “We did not know,” his mother said. “Why did you not tell us?” “I was scared,” Eli said. “Of us?” “Of losing you.” She was silent for a long time. Then she said, “You will never lose us. You are our son.” Eli cried after that call. He cried for a long time. Mack was not there but Eli wished he was there with him. ~~~ Game Two was four days later. The Thunderbirds were down 0-1 in the series. Lose this one, and they would go to Edmonton facing elimination. The p
The morning after the panic attack, Eli woke to a storm of notifications. His phone would not stop buzzing, texts from teammates, missed calls from his agent, emails from reporters he had never heard of. The headline was everywhere "Thunderbirds Goalie Collapses on Ice, mental Health or Something More?" Eli stared at the screen. His hands were cold, his chest tight again. He wanted to throw the phone across the room. But Mack's voice echoed in his head. We need to get ahead of it. He called his agent. "Eli, thank God," the agent said. "The team wants you to do a press conference today, try and control the story." Eli's stomach dropped. "What do I say?" "The truth. You have been under pressure, your brother has been blackmailing you. You had a panic attack. People will understand." "They will also judge me." "Maybe. But it is better than letting them guess." Eli closed his eyes. "Okay. Set it up." ~~~~~ The press conference was scheduled for noon. Eli arrived a
Game One of the playoffs was the loudest thing Eli had ever heard. The arena was fully packed and the crowd was screaming. Every hit, every shot, every whistle echoed like a gunshot. Eli stood in his crease, his heart pounding, his gloves sweating. The Oilers were fast and aggressive. They crashed the net every chance they got. Mack was on the ice, clearing bodies, blocking shots, doing everything he could to protect Eli. But the pressure was suffocating. Daniel’s words echoed in Eli’s head. You are going to need luck. His brother had not texted today. That was worse. The silence meant he was watching and waiting. The first period was scoreless. Eli made twelve saves. His hands were steady, his breathing was controlled. The second period started. The Oilers came harder. A defenseman crashed into Eli’s crease, knocking him off balance. Mack shoved him away and took a penalty. The Oilers scored on the power play. Eli let the goal in. It was a soft goal. One he should have stopp
The bus arrived in Seattle just after midnight. Players filed off, dragging their bags, their faces tired and blank. Eli moved with them, invisible, his hood pulled low. Mack was somewhere ahead, swallowed by the crowd. Eli did not try to find him. The parking lot was cold and dark. Eli’s car was
The morning after the police station, Eli woke with a heavy chest and a sour taste in his mouth. He had not slept well. The hotel room was dark, the curtains drawn tight, but a thin line of grey light crept through the gap. Mack was already awake, sitting in the chair by the window, his phone in
The morning light was pale and cold. Eli woke slowly, his mind still heavy with sleep. For a moment, he forgot where he was. Then he saw Mack sitting in the chair by the window, watching the sunrise. He had been there all night. Eli sat up, his face was stiff from crying. His eyes were swolle
The room was dark and quiet. Eli’s breathing had slowed but he was not sleeping. His eyes were open, he was staring at the ceiling. The nightmare still clung to him like a second skin. Daniel’s smile, his parents’ heartbreaking tears and the unusual feeling of drowning. Mack was still sitting o







