Chapter 18

After the burial, Oliver tried to talk to me, but I chose to ignore him. I didn't know why he was there or how he found out, but it didn't matter. This wasn't the right time or place for him.

"Coach," she said, her voice soft. "Can we talk?"

I didn't respond. I looked at him, my eyes cold. I didn't have time for her right now.

I saw a sudden concern on his face, but I ignored it. Instead of answering, I turned around and walked away.

But he quickly caught up and reached for my wrist as I avoided his and gave him a stern look. "What now, Oliver?"

He scratched his head. "I'm sorry... I just want to... accompany you," he said softly.

I deeply sighed and walked away, but I stopped when I reached my car and looked at him. He was still standing where we had talked earlier.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

His face brightened. I scoffed because he looked like a child running towards me, but I just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, still unable to m