POV’s Tate
It was the wrong thing to say. I knew it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. Philip’s fork froze midair. Even Ms. Crane inhaled rather sharply.
But before Philip could find a way to steer us away from the conversation, Ms. Crane was speaking once more. “Well, there were Isabel and Furlan—“
“Mom.” Philip’s voice was low, yet it rang through the room.
I decided that now would be a good time to change the conversation topic. “Do you think you’re going to visit Evergreen University for any of the upcoming games?”
The atmosphere of the room relaxed slightly.
”I would love to,” Ms. Crane replied. “Perhaps I’ll come before winter break.”
”Let me know when you’d want to come,” Philip’s voice was raspy as he spoke. “I’ll make sure to get you a good seat.”
”Thank you, honey
