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The arena thrums with a low, eager current, the chilled air sharp with the scent of ice and anticipation. Harsh lights glare off the pristine white surface as the crowd's roar builds to a wall of sound. I adjust our son's small jersey, its colors a perfect echo of the number 19 gliding across the rink. Our daughter's tiny hand quivers with excitement in my own. He doesn't know we're here—he thinks we're a quiet night at home, a world away. But when Rhys Callahan skates out for warm-ups, his dark hair damp and those pale blue eyes scanning the seats, our son's voice slices through the din: "DADDY!" The captain's head whips around, his gaze zeroing in on our row. For a full second, he's motionless, stunned disbelief written across his strong features. Then a slow, lopsided smile spreads b…