But You're Supposed To Be A Boy
Somewhere overhead, the announcer welcomed the thousands of spectators gathered to the opening day of the international collegiate hockey championship tournament.
None of it mattered, however; not when I could see Madison’s phone clearly in her hand while she pulled me along. “Let’s hurry! I want daddy to know they’ve sent the impersonators' details too.” She giggled, grip tightening around my wrist.
What the hell am I going to do? I looked around me, searching for anything I could use to divert attention.
Just then, I heard her excited squeal. “Daddy!” I jerked, staring at Me Carter, who waved back at us. Just before she could pull me along, I held her back, swallowing hard with my gaze on