Mikey
Hotel rooms had a way of making your thoughts louder.
Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact there was nowhere to go unless you wanted to wander around a lobby full of teammates pretending not to watch one another. Whatever the reason, the second Liam left to find food before his nap, the room felt too still.
I stood near the window and stared down at downtown Minneapolis. The sky was gray, the sidewalks were edged with dirty snow, and every person outside looked like they had wrapped themselves in three layers before daring to leave the house. Just looking at them made me cold.
Living in Florida had ruined me.
I had grown up on a farm in Ohio. I knew cold. I knew what it felt like to step outside before sunrise and have the air hit your lungs so sharply it made breathi
