Brooklynn watched Dave walk out into the rain with all the confidence of a man who could battle the ocean and win. But she’d known another man like that, and he’d lost.
Her soul raged the same way the storm did, and she spun away from the rain assaulting the glass doors. She would not let her tears run down her face the way the water did the windows. Oh, no, she would not.
She held her head high and went back into the small gym to find her father. He could spare twenty minutes to take her home. He must’ve seen her and Dave leave, because he sat on the end of the bleachers right beside the door. He stood almost as soon as she’d entered, and by the time her eyes adjusted to the dark, he wrapped her in a hug.
“Dad,” she said, very close to snapping into a thousand pieces. “Can you drive me
