Chapter 35

“Life is going to be filled with difficult choices, Reed. Sometimes we have to do what’s best for others even if it feels like shit.”

“So, I shouldn’t go?”

“Other times, we have to do what’s best for ourselves even if it feels way worse.”

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I considered that non-advice as I trudged up the road toward my house. I was still only halfway there when my ride arrived, having moved only thirty feet in ten minutes. It was a good thing I wasn’t hanging my gold medal hopes on speed walking or long-distance running.

Eighties music was already blaring from the speakers in Coach’s SUV when I got in. I liked some of the stuff my mom and dad put on from time to time, but his choices left a bit to be desired. Too much synthesizer, not enough soul. He turned it down for a while but then jacked it back up when I couldn’t hold up my end of the conversation. He’d asked me what classes I’d signed up for.