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Marcus stood up. "Now, Derek, if you did that, that was careless. But it was an honest mistake. Puck, your mother and I have talked. It's time to let go of some of these… attachments. You're thirteen. Not a little kid anymore."

"Where do you think you're going?" Marcus called, his voice sharpening into authority.

"The puck. It’s gone."

Elara stepped between them. "Let's all just calm down. Puck, you can be very emotional. Derek, did you see the puck?"

"Out," Puck said.

"Little Puck," Derek mocked from the sofa, "running away to find his magic puck? Good luck."

Puck turned and walked to the front door. He didn't run. He didn't cry. He opened the closet, pulled out his old hockey bag, and began stuffing it with a hoodie, a phone charger, and a granola bar. MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...

Derek shrugged, a theatrical, innocent gesture. "Nope. But I did throw away an old, rusty piece of metal from the mantel yesterday. It looked like junk. I thought it was from one of Puck's weird toys."

He opened the door. The cold rain hit his face, but it felt cleaner than the air inside. Marcus stood up

"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended.