“Here you are, Dylan,” she says, handing me the envelope and then walking to the side where it looks like the gym bags are sitting. She grabs one and comes over, and I see that it’s blue with “Justin Stone Summer Hockey Camp” embroidered on one side. She turns it to the other side, and Dylan’s name is also embroidered on the side. She hands me the bag, and it’s heavy. “In that bag will be everything he needs for the month-long camp. There are two pairs of running shoes, five pairs of shorts and T-shirts, along with socks, a jacket, and hats. His jersey and hockey socks will be given to him in the dressing room.” I look over at Dylan, who stands there with his mouth open. “If you can have him change into shorts and a shirt, we are going to be talking to the kids group by group before their first activity. All the information is in the package along with the meals that will be provided.” She looks at her watch. “For today, breakfast is done, but if he gets here by eight, there is always hot breakfast being served.” My head is spinning at all this. “If you have any questions or concerns, everyone’s contact information is in the envelope.”

“Thank you so much.” It’s the only thing I could say, and I’m trying to blink away the sting of tears hitting my nose. “What room is he in?”

“He’ll be in room number three,” she says. “You can go to the right side, and it’s on the right corridor.” I nod at her and then walk around the staircase to the right. We pass two vending machines and come to another staircase, but there are hallways on both sides with a sign in front of it, telling us that room three is on the right. We walk down the corridor and see the rooms are open, and some kids are already inside getting changed.