came to my apartment. M

hotos of me and Ava from college, my trophies, the jersey

ds were drawn. Empty bottle

pproval. "Liam, look at this place.

ze. "Son, we think it's time you sold this a

"He's right, little bro. In fact, Ava and I coul

n hard. "Stop acting like a vic

the wall I'd punched. A vic

u're not in a good state. We're worried. Ava and I will sta

estion. It was

them. The way he touched her arm. The way she smiled at him. The ca

guest room. Their presence filled every

elentless, each one a

essed with football, Li

r they had prepared, her

rship. A future. Not just a fa

my mouth. My past wasn't just dead; they were dan