Austin POV
It's interesting how a note, wrongly interpreted, mere days after a compelling therapy session about the detriment of harboring unforgiveness, led to this...
Willingly sitting across the table from my mother.
I could still hear it now, her distorted hysterical cries, her never-ending, almost inaudible questions about my wear-abouts, crowned with the revelation that she had discovered my note– the note that rendered me bear before the reader as if they were reading each page directly from my heart.
Practice had ended early that day but I decided to stay a little longer to sharpen my skills knowing the match was steadily approaching and from the looks of it, I might just be the one left to pull the weight of the team.
My phone rang.....
'Incubator'?
Strange, but it was to
