Chapter 83: Pick Up A Racket
Sedona's POV
He sat. He settled his arms on his knees, looking at me directly, and I looked back, and we were quiet for a while, but it was not uncomfortable. It was comfortable, in the same way that two people who understood each other without saying a word was.
"I looked for you," he said. "After you stopped competing. I asked around the circuit, I asked people who would have known what happened to you, if you had changed teams or had personal issues. Nobody knew anything."
"I left pretty thoroughly," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I had not given anyone a heads-up. I was just gone, one day. Not even my coach got a warning and had to deal with the fall out alone .
"I noticed." A pause, as his eyes searched my face as if he would be able to get the answe
