Age 14
Riley stood alone on the training field, arms crossed, the early morning mist still clinging to the grass. Her foot tapped against the ground as she stared across the grounds. Evan was late.
She wasn’t even surprised.
He was testing her. She was sure of it. Show up late, act like it doesn’t matter, try to take control. It was the kind of move a frustrated kid with too much pain and too little direction would pull. Especially one who was used to watching adults dance around his outbursts.
Her jaw tightened. She didn’t have time for this.
A list of unfinished tasks tugged at her brain. She had client reports waiting for her review. Emails that needed replies. A meeting she should have scheduled. Wyatt had a school project due in two days, and she still hadn’t picked up supplies.
