“Someday there will be someone else,” I told him. “Just not Mathias. Let’s go look at your medals.” He’d won a couple more since I’d last been home.
“Why are you here again?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Stop saying what Dad says.” I poked him and he laughed.
A couple hours later, I finally called Coach Keller. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” I told him. “I’ll leave here before four.”
“Leave when you need to. Get a good night’s sleep. Take the whole weekend. We can miss a day.”
“We can?”
“There’s no point in training if your head is somewhere else.”