Macey
When I talked to Helen, Mikey’s mother, I found out she was flying back home to Cleveland the same day Mikey was flying out with the team.
I thought it was unnecessary for her to pay for a flight when I was going there too. After all, sharing my jet with her is considered good for the environment, right?
At least that’s what I told myself. I was doing the right thing; she was going back home now that Mikey was playing again, and the team just happened to be playing in her hometown. It was a nice gesture from the team.
So what if I might be getting involved with her son? If I am, I may need to keep it very private.
As I drove over to Mikey’s condo, I must have talked myself out of flying to Cleveland at least a dozen times. It’s not that it looks suspicious that I’m going; it’s g
