“So you must be Dylan Woods,” he says, smiling at him and then getting up and looking at me. “And you must be Dylan’s mom.” His hand comes out, waiting for me to shake it

“I’m Caroline.” I smile, shaking his hand.

“There you are,” a woman’s voice says behind us. “You are ten minutes late,” she says as she walks toward us. Her swinging hips make her hair swoosh perfectly. I look her up and down, and she is wearing the best of the best. Her skirt is perfect and tight and looks like it cost the same as six months of my rent. I don’t even want to know what she paid for those shoes.

“I was just talking to Dylan,” he says, looking down at Dylan. “I couldn’t start the day without him.” He smiles at Dylan, his whole face lighting up. “Are you ready?” he asks, and just for one second, I wonder how many people are lucky enough to get that smile from him.

“Dylan,” I say, trying to ignore the two people standing around us. “Let’s go get you settled. I have to get to work.” I open the door now and wait for him to walk in with me. I try not to look over my shoulder, but I fail. His eyes are on us while the blonde talks his ear off, and then he turns to her, and she smiles at him, and he just nods.

“Welcome.” A woman is standing at the bottom of two staircases. I look around. This venue is huge, much bigger than the arenas we play at. “To the Justin Stone Summer Hockey Camp,” she says, and she has a blue shirt that says the exact thing. “My name is Malika, and I am going to be checking you in today and giving you all the information.”

“Thank you,” I say, looking down at Dylan, who is watching everything in awe.

“Can I have a name please?” she asks, going to her boards on the table beside her.

I’m about to answer but Dylan beats me to it in his excitement. “Dylan Woods,” he says with a megawatt smile on his face. She flips through the manila envelopes to find his name.