Chapter 88

Cody

We’re both in coach’s office, the bald hair guy looks to be scrolling through his mobile as we enter.

“Take a seat you two.” Coach says and laces his fingers through his hands and rests them on the table in front of him. His office is fairly small, just a desk and a couple of chairs in front of it and two behind. He’s got some prints on the wall of top Minnesota hockey players over the years and it’s great to see that Atlas and I are featured on his wall of fame. That gives me a sense of pride. The office itself is pretty stark, simply painted white and his desk only hosts a laptop and screen, no personal pictures or anything.

Unlike my office back home which okay, I admit I rarely use but it has got family pictures on my desk and some of Atlas and I over the years, not just hockey pictures but some of us fishing, trekking, nights out.

“You’re probably both wondering why you’ve been called in today.” Yes, we are, and I am wishing he’d get to the point because I’m not great wit