Monday, 7:08 a.m.

Mason sits across from Principal McNeil, waiting for him to respond. His cell phone rests on Principal McNeil’s desk. He itches to pick it up and tuck it back into his pocket. Mason has already played the audio recording of Reg’s rant three times and sworn that it’s authentic.

Folding his hands over his stomach, Principal McNeil leans back in his chair, sighs deeply. “Why now?” he asks. “Why come forward when your team is going to play in the state semifinals next week?”

There’s so much more to that question and Mason knows it. Reg had his best game in regionals—two assists and three goals. The Riviere Rockets won because of Reg. Even though Mason has thought of little else since the team meeting this past Friday, he struggles. He’s walked the tightrope for so long, trying to balance between living up to his father’s expectations and his own moral code.

Mason glances out Principal McNeil’s window. He’s fully exposed.

“Reg was the one who vandalized the lockers,” Mason finally says. “And though I could have withheld this information until after the state championship tournament, I realized hockey can’t outweigh integrity. Reg has done and said despicable things.” Mason sits up a little straighter. “You said the recording was fake. I sent it anonymously because I was afraid. I’m still afraid of the consequences, but I’m willing to live with them.”

“Coach Hayes will not be pleased.”

Mason gives Principal McNeil a firm, succinct nod. His chest feels tight. “If you want to tell my dad your source, that’s up to you. I’ve given you the proof. Now you get to decide what to do about it. You want to wait until after the tournament, that’s up to you, too. I’ve done what I needed to and I can live with my conscience.”