Mikey
I never thought I’d dread walking into the training facility.
Football had always been my escape. No matter what was happening outside these walls, I knew that once I stepped onto the practice field, everything else faded into the background. The game demanded too much of you to think about anything else.
Today, it didn’t.
Today, every step toward the locker room felt heavier than the last.
The security guard nodded as I walked through the front doors.
“Morning, Mikey.”
I managed a weak smile.
“Morning.”
Even my own voice sounded foreign.
The hallway that was usually filled with laughter and guys giving each other a hard time felt… muted. Conversations stopped as I rounded the corner into the locker room. A few of the guys looked up, then quickly looked back down. They were
