We had our third game on Saturday and my intentions were to leave the house fresh early morning while everyone was asleep. Megan offered to pick me up as we were meeting our rivals outside of Louisiana and she was waiting outside for me while I was gathering the last pieces of my gear.
I softly jogged down the stairs reaching to grasp the door handle of the front door when my shoulders jumped from surprise at the sound of my father’s morning voice.
“Where are you heading at this hour?” My father asked coming out of the kitchen. Dressed in his navy blue fleece nightgown, holding by the looks of it a fresh cup of coffee and looking like he hasn’t closed a wink last night.
I was still unsettled about what he said a few days ago and I know I messed up in the past, but it gave him no right
