Aurora D’Angelo / Isla Smith
I sat at the edge of the bed.
Tears welled in my eyes.
How can I wear his number?
A soft knock on the door frame made me look up.
“Hun…” Arline walked into my room.
“What is it?” She sat beside me.
I met her eyes, then slowly lifted the jersey resting between my fingers.
She finally noticed the jersey.
“Is that…” she stopped mid-sentence.
I nodded while tears rolled down my cheeks.
Awkwardly, Arline shifted in her spot.
“Girls, we have an emergency!” she yelled.
A minute later, Sage and Melody walked into my room.
“Who died?” Melody asked.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and looked up.
“Babes… is that…” Sage pointed at the crumpled red fabric between my fingers.
Two people, same reaction.
I extended it, turned it around.
VA
