ログインHis hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Jen The following month arrives with a quiet sense of anticipation that neither Greg nor I can quite shake. On the surface, things have been getting better. Greg is stronger now, noticeably so. The splint is gone; the boot has been replaced with proper support, and his physical therapy sessions hav
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
A week after my birthday, things finally begin to feel like they are moving forward instead of circling the same storm. Greg stands in the middle of the physical therapy room, rolling his wrist slowly, testing the movement. The splint was gone. The stiffness lingered, but it isn’t the same sharp, li
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my bag until I reached my apartment door, and my fingers ached when I loosened them. For a second, I just stand here. Breathing. Letting the cold air from outside fade, letting the adrenaline settle, though it doesn’t fully. It buzzes under my skin, sharp,
“Who is the friend you are talking about, whom you’re staying with? Is it anybody we know?” Shit. I can feel myself starting to panic. I look at the guys on the table, then at Jen, then at Andrea, who looks like she could eat me alive with one of her eyebrows raised and lips tilted to one side, then
“If you even think about embarrassing me in front of all these cameras and my dad, I will make your life hell. Memory or not I don’t give a shit Greg. You are mine and only mine.”“Whatever you say, Princess, I’ll do just as you say, but I’m warning you now, Andrea, if you Mav or Garrett hurt Jen, y
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







