Chapter 11

Three hours after we left the clinic, Tessa posted a video. Oliver was alone on camera. He sat on the edge of his bed, still wearing the team jacket from the father-son breakfast. His plastic championship medal hung from the bedpost beside a photo of him and Mason. Oliver wouldn’t look at the camera. Tessa spoke from behind it. "Tell them what you just told me." "I don’t want to." "It’s okay. People want to know how you feel." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "If I...