Sean's POVWe both turned and it was my dad.Standing right there, two steps away, close enough that there was no question he had heard everything. The microphone, the confession, the I love you, all of it. He had been standing in this room the whole time and he had heard every word."Coach." The word came out before I had finished deciding to say anything, which was the specific version of my voice I used when my father walked into a situation I had not prepared for and my brain defaulted to the professional title as a way of buying one second to recalibrate.He stretched his right hand out in front of him, a gesture that was clear even before the words came. "I'm not your coach right now." He said it. "I am your dad."The room was still around us. Whatever had been happening before — the crowd, the noise, the aftermath of everything with Max and Anna — all of it had moved to the edges and what was in the centre right now was just the two of us standing three feet apart.I did not kn
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