“You okay, man?” I nodded, but couldn’t verbally assure him or myself. I was here. I was locked into the game. But I also wasn’t here, not really. My head was wherever she was. “It’s not over,” he said, a bit lower this time. “Maybe she just needs more time.” I tried with everything in me not to break down and cry when he said it. With another nod, I faced him. “Let’s just win this game.”
