Chapter 7
The funny thing about soul-searching was the incredible ache that went along with it. Some of what Chris had said to him over lunch, despite the fact that he hadn’t wanted to hear it, had stuck with him, and he couldn’t help but be grateful to her. After their lunch had come a coffee and chat after practice the next day. She really was a breath of fresh air, and he had realized the night before in one of his dark, lonely waking hours that she’d been the best sounding board he’d ever had. He barely knew her, but she was an unlikely friend who had come out of left field, a great listener, one he had never expected to find.
Maybe that was because of her own experience, something he suspected still haunted her. He’d yet to get her to talk about what made her understand him so well.
