Shawn
I knew better than to say anything to David. If he wanted to talk, he would; if not, it was best to leave him alone. So, that’s exactly what I did.
I walked down to the football field to head to the locker room and change for practice. When I entered, I saw David already there, shoving his backpack into a locker.
I walked up and gave him a chin-lift greeting. “Sup,” I said as I put my backpack into the locker.
I noticed his back tense as he took a breath. “I’m not going to talk about it,” he grumbled.
“I didn’t ask,” I told him, starting to pull my shirt off.
David sat down on the bench, defeated. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and scrubbed his hands over his face.
“It was ten years ago,” he said.
I paused my changing to look at him. “I’m sorry, David. I ne
