Rain

A year playing rugby professionally and you would think I would be better at judging things on the field, but no.

Not this time at least.

I made a stupid mistake and sprained my ankle. When it first happened, I was wailing at the top of my lungs and crying that I had broken it. Jesse calmly walked over to me, giving it a poke.

“It’s not broken,” he said based on my reaction to the pain.

I scowled. “It hurt!

“Yes, but if it was broken it would hurt a lot more.”

Technically, Jesse wasn’t wrong. If it was broken it would hurt a lot more, but it...