Chapter 12
Rachel tugged me forward. Coach shook his head and waved us to our seats, but it all happened in slow-motion, my thoughts too wrapped up in what couldn’t be true. Coach Joseph could not be the boy from the dream. Why would I dream about Coach? The dream had felt so real, like I’d lived it, not thought it up, but Coach had to be in his forties. It wasn’t even logical. It didn’t have to be if it was only a dream, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was more?
And why did it feel like it was a memory and not a dream?
I sat mechanically and rubbed the incessant pounding between my eyes. Sitting across from me, Rachel pulled her notebook toward her and opened it to a fresh page before clicking her pen, poised to take notes like we did every day. I looked around the room at all the ot
