Mikey
For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up before my alarm.
Not because I was anxious.
Not because I’d had another dream about Mel.
Just… because.
The grief was still there. I had a feeling it always would be. Some mornings it settled on my shoulders the second I opened my eyes. Other mornings, like today, it stayed tucked away in the background, waiting patiently for me to remember it.
Coach had been right.
You didn’t move on.
You moved forward.
Some days that meant taking a deep breath before getting out of bed.
Other days it meant drinking a chocolate milkshake because an eleven-year-old girl would’ve insisted on it.
Today, apparently, it meant meeting Macey for breakfast.
She was already waiting outside my condo when I came downstairs, leaning against her
