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I stay silent, not feeling the need to defend my crappy play Shit happens sometimes

“Your head isn’t in the gaoing to assu bad has happened in your life”

He’s astute, but I don’t acknowledge how close he is to figuring le ht skate yesterday I came to the arena, did ht back to my empty condo in the vain hope Mollie had decided to co

“Did so happen with Mollie?” Jim asks in a low voice

I flinch so visibly that Jim asks, “What happened?”

Fuck it I raise , and admit, “We broke up”

“Jesus,” he mutters “I’m sorry, man”

“Yeah, me too”

“Mindwhat happened?” he ventures “Because if there were ever a couple destined tofriendship, it was you two”

I let out a sigh With that, I release the burden of how things played out I tell hiht and the fact we both drew lines in the sand, neither willing to budge And then I explained how Mollie had left without a backward glance and nothing oodbye”

Jim is my teammate

My linemate

He’s probably my closest friend on the team

I open e advice and coet o out and be an asset to this team

Instead, I feel his hand slap oddamn idiot, Kane”

Whipping his way, I glare “What the fuck?”

“You’re a goddao over so that inconsequential?”

I blink, trying to process his words “Inconsequential?” I growl “A year apart is not inconsequential”