"What?"I ask, smirking and half-laughing.
She shrugs, shakes her head."Nothing, just…I never knew any of that about you.Kind of seeing you in a new light, I guess."
I laugh."Part of growing up, I think, seeing your parent as a person, realizing they had a whole life before you that you know nothing about."
I expect her to bring up hockey again, but she doesn't.We look at my old photographs for a while longer, and then put everything away, and she returns to her room to do homework.
I spend most of the night unable to sleep, lost in memories of old boyfriends, good and bad.
The thing that finally sends me to sleep is a much newer memory.One of a pair of kind, dark blue eyes twinkling as they look at me.A rough voice close to my ear.
God, why do I keep thinking about Noah Austin?
