I know I can.
He spins around, and I lunge out from behind the defender. He takes a second too long to realize that I’m no longer with him, and Landon shoots the ball to me.
As soon as the ball hits my cradle, I spin and fire it into the corner of the goal.
The buzzer pierces through the air, and the timer runs out.
We just won.
We’re state champions.
I made the winning goal.
With Landon’s assist.
Our team goes wild, tossing off their helmets and jumping on top of me.
Everyone but Landon.
I’m hoisted into the air as the guys chant, “Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!”
But all I can see is the back of Landon’s head as he walks off the field.
Away from me.
And soon, out of my life.
Chapter 33
Landon
Present
As soon asmy eyes pop open Sunday morning, I throw on a T-shirt and basketball shorts, and head to the kitchen.
Excitement buzzes under my skin. Last night, Ainsley texted she wants to keep her house, so she needs help coming up with a plan.
What’s more is she wantsmeto help her.
My feet skid to a stop when I spot Mom sitting at the small kitchen table, pressing her fingertips to her forehead.
I slide into the seat beside her, smoothing my palm over her back. “You okay?”
She offers me a small smile. “Just a headache.”
“Have you had anything to eat yet?”
“No. I was going to make some toast, but the room started to spin.”
Frowning, I push out of my chair. “I’ll make you some eggs with your toast.”
“I’m fine. It’ll pass.”
It might pass today, but the MS is here to stay, and it’ll only progress. Mom has her good days, and those are the days we forget about her disease. But it’s days like this that bring on the worry of what’s to come.
I crack four eggs into a bowl and whisk them with my fork. “Chamomile or mint tea?”
“I’ll have mint.”
