He nodded and changed the subject, talking about the upcoming game against Tampa, about normal hockey things, about his plans for Thanksgiving. “You should come. Morelli too.”
I hummed noncommittally, but after he left, I lay in bed thinking about what he’d said.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Could I? Should I?
I pulled out my phone and texted Marco.
Étienne
I want to tell Kinnunen.
The response took a few minutes.
Marco
Tell him what?
Étienne
That I’m bi. Not about us—that’s your decision. Just about me. About who I am.
Marco
Why?
Étienne
Because I need someone to know. Someone I can talk to. Someone who isn’t you.
Marco
What if he tells someone?
Étienne
He won’t.
Marco
You don’t know that.
Étienne
I trust him.
Marco
If he tells the wrong person. If it gets back to Boucher… And what about management?
Étienne
I know the risks. But I can’t keep this inside. It’s suffocating.
There was a long pause before his response came.
Marco
