“Brody. That’s obscene. Especially for someone who has no experience coaching. I don’t pay my coaches close to that.” “Is it obscene?” He folds his arms and peers over my shoulder again. “My daughter is smiling. She’s not hurt, and from the way she’s practically sprinting over here, I’d say she had a good time.” There’s pressure behind my ribs. It expands, taking up too much space when his eyes shift back to me. “There’s no number you could come up with that would ever be too high a cost to make Liv this happy every day.”
