The morning after the Cannibals’ thunderous victory over the Wyoming Cavaliers, Denver was still buzzing. Headlines blared about the 113-0 blowout, the record crowd, and the Cannibals’ “unstoppable experiment.” But inside the city’s heart, in the quiet corridors of the Denver Coliseum, the mood was somber.
Jeremy Davis had spent the night at the hospital. He’d watched the sun crawl up over the Rockies through a window in the waiting room, the taste of stale coffee and worry thick on his tongue. When the diagnosis came, it was worse than anyone had feared.
He thumbed out a text to Jenifer Walter as he left the hospital, his hands shaking with exhaustion and anger.
Jeremy: “Meet me in my office. It’s bad news about Trisha. I’ll tell you more when I get back.”
He drove through the waking
