I’ve met Nate’s curious gaze several times, and I know he suspects something’s up, but he’s keeping it to himself. The other guys are completely clueless. If my absence would go unnoticed, I’d disappear, but since it was our first game and we’re celebrating a big win, I’m expected to party. My mind, however, is elsewhere. It’s been nine years, but it still hurts like a fresh wound. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. The police officers arriving at the door. My mom falling to the floor. The media outside our house barely twenty-four hours later. The great Dean Mathers had died
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