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After breakfast, we picked up Garett’s car from my place and drove straight to his apartment. The living room was quiet and empty when we walked in.
The day after a game was always the same—everyone usually slept in, catching up on rest. And honestly, they deserved it after working themselves to the bone these past few weeks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked gently once we sat on the bed. “Are you okay?”
He glanced at me, guarded. “What makes you think I’m not?”
I lifted a shoulder. “You wouldn’t have shown up so early and waited in my condo lobby if… everything was fine, Garett.”
He stayed silent, eyes fixed somewhere far from me, before finally letting out a long, heavy sigh.
“Is this about your dad?” I asked, biting my lip. “I, uh… I ran into him yesterday when we were leaving the aren
