Se connecterBy 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
“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
“You’re shitting me right man?” I shake my head telling him no I’m not shitting him. “You were gonna race against Garrett?” There’s that name again. Why does it sound and feel familiar? God, I hate having a partial loss of memory right now. This is pissing me off so much right now it’s giving me a h
Jen gasps and slaps me across my chest, avoiding my broken arm. “I can’t believe that of all the things about me, that is the one you remember.” Her face turns reddish pink, making me unsure if she’s embarrassed or blushing. OR maybe both.“When it comes to you, sweet cheeks, I have never forgotten.







