Chapter 17

Will still reeled from the loss.

And here you are, back in the game all over again.

Before he could dwell on that, the door opened and Corey flashed him a quick grin. He reached for Will’s hand again, whispering, “Come on.”

Will let himself be led into the bedroom. The floor was obscured with clothing and papers; Will couldn’t walk without stepping on something. There was a desk against one wall, the computer monitor on it hidden beneath an old shirt, the chair stacked high with school books. A drab-olive jacket hung from the back of the chair. The closet door was open, displaying a mess of clothes dangling from hangers. Shoes piled up at the foot of a narrow bed on which Bobby sat surrounded by college textbooks, staring at Will.