Chapter 11: MADISON

The radio station airs local high school sporting events and live radar reports during storms, interrupting music for hours-one of the 4,724 reasons I want to leave this town.

I quickly glance at my phone and note it is nearly two o’clock as we finish up our meal. In my mind, I know it is day two of the draft. It started at noon today, our time with round three. My nerves kick into high gear as I realize his call might come at any moment.

“Can I drive us back?” I ask Hamilton as I follow him to the driver’s door.

He tilts his head to the side and furrows his brow. “Why?”

“My stomach feels a little off from eating lunch so late. I don’t want to get carsick,” I lie. It’s a half-truth. My stomach is in all kinds of knots but not for the reason I gave him. I climb behind the wheel as Hamilton climbs in the passenger side after his mother.

Memphis grins at Hamilton “If you don’t have plans this evening you should bring Madison to the potluck dinner.”