“I won’t be competing.” His Adam’s apple dips, and his eyes are lowered, unfocused, hovering somewhere on the wooden surface. “Probably ever again.” Those last words bounce around and around, forming a desolate echo. The only other sounds filling this kitchen are the distant crackle of the fireplace drifting through from the lounge and a clock ticking. “Did the doc tell you that?” I clear my throat. Kayce shakes his head. “Not in so many words. But it was in their eyes.” He pinches the inside of his cheek with his teeth. “I gotta go back for another scan to make certain . . . but the writing
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