stella zegras, twin sister of trevor zegras, navigates her way through the ups and downs of being the only female on the new jersey devils, or any nhl team for that matter.
while she lives in new jersey, and the rest of her family lies in anaheim, i...
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"mom?" i say once she answers the phone.
"hey sweetie, i watched your game, you did amazing hun." she says.
"thanks mom, what were you calling me for?" i ask.
"your father," she says.
no. this can't be good.
the tone in her voice says it all.
"h-he has cancer." she says.
"what?" i reply. my voice barely comes out as a whisper.
"in his lungs." she says.
i told him he should stop smoking. i begged him to stop smoking and he never did.
maybe if i would've tried harder.
"i'm so sorry, baby." my mom says.
"mhm, yeah. i'll um, i'll call you back later, ok?" i say. i'm not trying to break down on the phone with my mom.
i stand up from the bench and run my shaky hands through my hair.
breathe, stella.
stop it before it starts.
as i'm pacing back and forth in front of the bench, trying to keep my breathing under control, i hear the door open.
"stel?" i hear him say. "what's wrong?"
how does he know something is wrong already? he can't even see me.
"nothing." i say shaking my head.
"stel, talk to me." he says. "stel, please." he walks around me, placing his hands on either of my shoulders.
i don't look up at him. one, because my eyes are wet and most likely red which isn't a good look on me, and two, being in this close proximity to him is freaking me out a bit.
"hey." he says softly giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze. i sniff and look up at him.
"there she is." he says, a small smile growing onto his face.
