LOGINBy late afternoon, I finally lean back. Finished, I smile, it has been a good day. Really good day. As I pack up, someone knocks lightly on the wall of my cubby, and Diane steps around the wall. I smile up at her, “Hey.” Diane smiles, “You got a minute?” I nod, thinking something has happened in on
The next morning, I wake up with one mission. Prove to myself that I’m not losing my mind. I lay staring at the ceiling while Greg moves around the bedroom, getting ready for training. He looks normal, maybe a little too normal. Which makes me a little suspicious. I watch him pull on his team shirt,
Chase laughs again, “Yep.” I grin, “Oh my god.” Then I stop and realize, “You’re actually doing this.” His voice softens, “Yeah.” I smile instantly, and my heart melts. My big brother by a minute and a half. I lean against the wall, “What do you need?” He exhales, “I need your help arranging it.
Coming back to Boston feels strange. Not bad, just… strange. I unlock the apartment door and step inside, carrying my backpack while Greg rolls our suitcases behind us. The place looks exactly as we left it. Blankets folded, shoes by the door, mail stacked neatly, Normal. But somehow after Santa Mon
I sit back, not able to hold in my excitement much longer, “We put an offer in.” Mom’s eyes widen, “You did?” I nod. Mom smiles warmly. Then, unexpectedly reaches across and squeezes my hand, “You’re moving home.” I blink. The words hit harder than I had expected. Home. I smile softly, “Yeah.” Mo
The entire drive back to my parents’ house feels unreal. I sit in the Uber staring out the window with the strangest mix of excitement and disbelief buzzing through my chest. We’ve done it. Or at least started. I keep replaying standing on that balcony looking out at the view, and the ocean, along w
The next day, the three of us met with my parents down in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Mom greeted the three of us the same with a single kiss on the cheek and a hug. We ordered a round of mimosas for the table, as this feels like a morning of celebration. Dad asked Sav what the news was that
“Would you stop the fucking pacing dude? You’re making me go just as crazy.” Chase stops pacing and turns to look at me, showing how worried he is on his face. Chase used to be able to hide his emotions from me very well, but now that wall he built has crumbled down to dust, he is able to read like
I can hardly believe I gave in to this demand. How am I going to explain this to Garrett? Fuck! I can’t take Greg this weekend, and I won't be able to bring him to the motocross race. Just thinking about what that might do to him with the memory loss is concerning. I really need to talk to Nick and
“I wouldn’t trust Andrea to care for Greg as far as I can throw her,” Tracy says with what I hear is a little bit of venom in her voice when she talks about Andrea. Safe to assume Tracy does not like the girl. I thank my lucky stars she liked me when I was dating her son those two times. “So, you’r







