Mikey
The silence inside my condo was unbearable.
I’d always thought silence was peaceful. After years of locker rooms, roaring stadiums, reporters shouting questions, and teammates who never seemed capable of using their indoor voices, I’d convinced myself there was nothing better than coming home to a quiet place.
I was wrong.
This wasn’t peaceful.
This was empty.
The kind of empty that settled into the walls and refused to leave.
I’d been home for almost two hours, but I couldn’t remember driving here. I vaguely remembered Macey offering to drive, just like she’d driven me to the hospital, but after that everything blurred together. The funeral home. The paperwork. Mel’s sister crying so hard she could barely stand. Doctors offering condolences that sounded sincere but exhausted,
