“Mads . . . If you actually want to see the band perform tonight, we’ve got to go,” I yell from the bottom of the steps. “I’ll be down in a minute.” Yeah . . . sure she will. I check my phone again and see another warning from Cade. He’s pissed. I worked with the physical therapist from Crucible this afternoon, and it felt good. He said I’m fine to get back into the gym on Monday, and that I can ditch the crutches now. But he wants me taking it easy tonight and tomorrow. Cade wasn’t thrilled that my version of taking it easy was a night at Kingdom. Oh, ye of little faith. Like I’m an asshole
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