Tyler

I didn’t plan to climb the stairs to her room.

At least not at first.

I mean, I went from asking Dr Holmes to help convince my mom that it was just a few broken bones in my hand and not cancer so she could let me go for the post-game party.

Because that was apparently the only way I could escape Mom strapping me to her back.

And then, the next minute, I got a call from Micheal.

“Some staff at the airport got some documents scrambled, and now my dad thinks it’s some kind of training if I go unscramble them.” He’d said tiredly over the phone....