Mikey
I was holding Macey in my arms at her kitchen island. I thought telling her not to visit me at away games was going to be a lot harder than it actually was. She surprised me by understanding.
I felt momentary guilt when she mentioned the Pittsburgh game. I know she and Jill have become close, and from what I’ve observed, Macey doesn’t seem to have many close friends.
It’s not fair to her not to attend the Pittsburgh game. We’ll figure something out; we just won’t be at the hotel.
“I’m supposed to have dinner at Liam’s tonight. It’s kind of like a weekly ritual, I guess you could say,” I told her.
“If you have to go, it’s okay. It’s not like we planned to meet like this,” Macey said, smiling up at me.
“Well, I was going to say, if you want, I can see if Liam and Olivia are okay
