(Beckett)
I brushed back my damp hair, feeling my chest tighten from the conversation I'm about to have before walking through the locker room. Maybe he won't even want to talk still. He might've changed his mind.
Wouldn't that be great.
I yanked the door open, finding Travis Storm right there waiting for me.
I felt my body freeze. The awkward silence was already taking over as Travis pushed off the wall before clearing his throat.
"Your mother is with Elodie." He blurted, making me nod before finding the strength to walk forward.
"We can talk over here." I replied, unsure what Travis would even have to say.
I know I have a few things of my own that I needed to get off of my chest. So, at least there is that.
"The game went well." He spoke up behind me, and I swear I was tryin
