Chapter 32

He closed his eyes, forgetting everything around him and focusing on his breath just below his belly button.

He felt Russell’s arms around him again, cradling him. Finally he forgot the pain he’d felt in the past few hours. He pushed everything else aside, wiping the slate clean, exactly as Russell had suggested he should.

Then he hit.

The ball rolled along the descent, elegantly heading toward the hole. Carlos removed the pin, inviting it to enter. And it did: the ball ran the external border of the hole and then jumped in, like a bride into the loving arms of her husband.

Reggie had made a birdie.

He held his breath as the crowd let out a chorus of enthusiastic “oohs” and a thunder of applause.

On weak legs, Reggie bent to retrieve the ball before stepping aside to allow Russell a turn. Then he crossed his arms and went to stand by Carlos. He was so close, he could hear his caddie’s breath—fast, a clear sign of tumult, almost the same way he felt.