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
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