And for one stupid second, all I could think of was Sydney holding it. Her soft fingers gripping my wrist so she could gently soothe the pain.
Mom finally pulled her hand from my hair. “How’s practice?”
“Good,” I answered quickly. “Coach’s basically turned up into machines already, but that’s fine, I guess.”
That earned a small smile. “It’s for the best.” She said, “I know you’ll win tomorrow.”
My lips twitched at the side, and I almost laughed.
Instead, I nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“I did try speaking to Principal Lawrence about that ridiculous assembly earlier,” she suddenly added. “but he was saying something about accountability and setting examples for the other students.”
She scoffed under her breath.
“Well,” she lifted her coffee again. “There goes the courtyard renovation funds.
