تسجيل الدخولChase 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
I laugh as I walk forward. It feels good to be back here. I’ve missed this place more than I realized. Within seconds, the whole waiting staff appears. “Oh, my god.” “When did you get back?” “How are you?” The questions fly out so fast that I can’t answer them as quickly. Someone hands me a coff
The email from the realtor comes through late Monday afternoon. I’ve read it once, then twice, then a third time. Greg catches me halfway through opening it again and leans over the back of the couch with a grin. “You know the words aren’t changing, right?” I look up at him, trying and failing to s
Randy came and found me and took me over to the team pit, where a table and a microphone are set up ready for me to make my statement. What I am surprised to see behind the table on a trailer and stand is a bike in disarray. That can’t be my bike, surely. The front of the bike is pointing upwards, a
“Well, first of all, I don’t remember you, so why would I text you? Two, why are you and all these people surrounding me? And finally,” I turn and face all the cameras and mics, “I will do a press conference before the event starts at my teams' pit and will make a statement. No questions after my st
“Oh. But every rider is different, right? I mean, you don’t all do the same thing at the same time, right?” She’s so adorable when she gets flustered, as she is right now.“Yeah, every rider is different. Some don’t do a walk-through of the track, others do a quick walk and work on their bikes until
What I didn’t tell Jen was that when she was in the shower and I was resting, I made arrangements for a minivan to pick us up. I needed to make sure it was big enough so this fucking chair can go in easier than it did in that damn taxi. I hate seeing that look on her face when something so simple pr







