Chapter 12

The evening the school corrected its records, Mason asked to meet. He texted instead of calling. [Give me forty minutes before practice tomorrow. I have a solution. Just us. No attorneys.] I stared at the word solution before agreeing to meet in the family lounge at the team’s training facility. Staff would be nearby, and the room had a separate exit. Mason was already there when I arrived. He wasn’t dressed for practice. Two coffees and a printed document sat on the table. The teddy...