Lighting the Lamp

The night she’ll never forget is the night he can’t remember.

Tori
How dare he act like we’ve never met?
I thought we connected, but after a steamy one night stand, the hockey hot shot ghosted me, leaving me with nothing but wounded pride and two pink lines on a stick. And not the hockey kind.
Well, not this time, bud. You fooled me once, and I’m never giving you a second chance to fool me again.
We don’t need you.

Raffi
She’s not a forgettable woman, so why does she insist she knows me?
One look at her son and it hits me like a slap shot to the chest. The resemblance is undeniable.
How can I convince the mother of my child to let me be part of their lives, when I don’t even remember her?