Mom slices me an evil eye, with just one glance signaling me to stop eating and go put on my skates, Scott follows. By the time we get onto the ice, the practice session is in full swing. I haven’t said a word to him since we left the table and I’m still not able to look into his eyes. I know my emotions are completely irrational. I slip my hand in his and I go through the motions of warming up with him but there is palpable tension between us and I’m sure the only people who know are: me, Scott, and probably Coach Tammy. We stroke around and...