MasukI go back out for one more run. That has been the plan anyway. One final lap session before calling it a day and leaving the bike alone until tomorrow. But once I get back on and roll out onto the track, something shifts. I've stopped thinking. Stopped rehearsing speeches, stopped wondering if I’ve
The next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
“Oh, come on now, dear, that is something at least. I trust Jennifer’s judgement, you should too.” I just hope Mom can calm Dad down to let me live my life and not be under their shadow for the rest of my life. I turn and look at my dad to see a contemplating look on his face. Is what Mom just said
“The guy is lying in a hospital bed with no memory of the last two years, for starters. You are dating a guy who has the same interests as Greg, and lastly, Greg is still in love with you even if he can’t remember what happened two years ago. This would probably kill him if he agrees and signs it.”
“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







