The cold air of the ice rink bit at Ryan’s skin as he skated across the smooth surface, his breath coming out in white puffs.

The crowd was cheering, the sound of sticks hitting the puck echoed through the large arena, and his teammates were yelling for him to pass the puck.

But none of it registered.

His mind was somewhere else.

Or rather, with someone else.

Serena.

The moment Amy’s innocent little voice had blurted out the truth over the phone, Ryan had felt the world shift beneath his feet.

She had been carrying his child for nine months.

Nine months.

And she hadn’t told him.

The thought kept...