She shrugs and looks away, not meeting my eye.
“Key…” I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her and resting my chin on top of her head. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
She softens a little against my chest, and it relieves some of the fear I feel right now. “I don’t know,” she mumbles against my shirt. “I just missed you, I guess.”
“Well you’re acting like you hate me.”
She shakes her head, then looks up at me. “It’s just hard…” she says, tears filling her eyes. “It’s just hard.”
A lump rises in my throat, and another one settles in my chest. This is exactly what I’ve worried about from day one. That Keanna wouldn’t be able to handle my racing career. I hold her close and tell her I love her.
She doesn’t say anything back.
