''Where are we going now?” I ask sounding more frustrated than I feel.

“One last stop, I promise.”

I know exactly where he’s taking me, or so I think. Only the graveyard isn’t in this direction. I don’t ask. I just let Scott take charge the way he always does and find him pulling into the rink parking lot, Coach Tammy! I get out of the car and run into the arena, past the lounge, onto the ice, lunging into his arms. He stumbles back a few feet but catches his balance. He knows this is good-bye and instantly he tears up. It was a sobering sight.

“I love you,...