*Through Oliver's Eyes*
It had been about a week since the big fight and I was still walking on eggshells around Mom. She didn’t actively avoid me, but she obviously made herself busier than usual. I felt terrible.
Since it was a Sunday, Nick, Ace and I were camped out in the packhouse living room watching SportsCenter. Our hair drying from our post-training showers, we made piles of sandwiches and grabbed bags and bags of chips and took up most of the couch space.
“Do you know when you’re leaving yet?” Nick asked me during a commercial break. I shook my head. I had told them a vague overview of my depressing origin story and about my desire to go to Salt Creek. They were very supportive, especially considering they were also twenty-something year old men with keen senses
