Chapter 9
The Choice Is Yours
The screeching metal locker room door draws the attention of everyone in the concession area. Same thing every time it opens. No one ever gets used to that awful sound. I wave goodbye to Lily behind the food counter, nodding as she makes the sign for call me.
My dad sits out front, the car off, but I can hear the low bass of a voice speaking from within. His eyes are distant, his left hand resting against the side of his face. A pronounced V creases the skin between his eyebrows. Deep in thought. Must be whatever self-help audiobook he’s listening to.
Or something’s wrong.
I throw my bag into the back and climb into the passenger seat. “Hey,” I say, testing the waters.
“Hey.”
One-word answers from my dad … I quickly scroll through the last week in my he
