You Never Heard Goodbye

On the ice, Jace Calder and I were bitter rivals. He was the Toronto Falcons' star. I led Sweden's Stockholm Kings. No one knew we'd been lovers for two years: secret hotel stays, midnight calls, stolen post-game kisses. I crossed the ocean to be with him, ready to leave my team behind. If I'd foreseen our tragic ending, I might never have made that choice.