The letter arrived on a Tuesday, three weeks after Leo had moved into his dorm room at Crestmont University.
He found it jammed between a pizza flyer and a roommate's biology textbook, the envelope creased and slightly greasy. The return address was Westbrook High School. The handwriting was Maya's.
He opened it standing in the hallway, his back against the cinderblock wall, his roommate's music thumping through the door.
Leo,
First practice is tomorrow. Aaron is already here at 6 AM every day. He's still flinching. I'm serving at his face like you taught me. He says you're a coward for leaving. I told him you're a legend for staying as long as you did. He didn't understand the difference. You'll have to come back and explain it.
Kevin sends his regards. He's playing club at State. Ty
