There were a lot of things Kent had expected from his life, none of which had included him sitting alone in an apartment in Las Vegas at 18 years old.
He had always known that he wasn’t going to end up on the same team as Jack, but there was this small, childish hope in the back of his mind that they would at least be close to each other.
Now they weren’t even going to be playing in same league, which meant that Kent was alone and Jack wasn’t returning his calls, and he had no idea what was going on. Frankly, it sucked.
So, Kent took stock of his life. He was alone, he couldn’t reach his best friend to tell him anything, and he wasn’t even sure he wanted to be playing hockey anymore.
However, he had gone first in the draft, and had signed a contract. There was no going back.
In his head he knew he had everything he could ever want, but how was that going to help when he didn’t even feel safe in his own skin?
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