Page 96 of Endgame

Jesus.

There’s always someone who has it worse than us.

It puts life into perspective.

Losing your child andthen possibly your wife. The pain sounds unbearable.

“I don’t know what to say. I know my words mean shit when you’re the one going through it, but know I’m here. The team too. If you or Tay need anything, we’ve got your back.”

He leans back, exhaling calmly, and pats me on the shoulder, “Thanks, man. Let’s keep this between us until I find time to tell the team.”

I nod in understanding.

Satisfied with my answer, he stalks back towards his office without another word.

I know he hides in there to avoid reality. Now that I know the severity of it, it all makes sense.

It’sthe first weekend the team has off in what feels like ages.

There are so many things to do with so little time.

My conversation with Leggins is sitting heavy. I know there isn’t much I can do to help him and his wife, but fuck if it doesn’t make me feel bad for the guy.

I need to chat with our captain, Mack, and look into organizing a fundraiser for Taylor. Whatever we can raise might not be much in the grand scheme of things, but at least it’s a move in the right direction—nothing like battling cancer on top of financial struggles.

Shit ain’t cheap.

Exiting the Makers team clubhouse, I hit the corner andhead toward my Jeep. I’ve got a hot date with my heating pad tonight, and she’s at home, warm and ready for me.

As I’m about to load my things up in the backseat, a soft whimper filters through my ears, sounding a lot like feminine crying.

Hold up.

I don’t do well with women crying, but there’s no way I’m going to let one sit around and cry on my account.

Setting my things down, I round the side of my Jeep in search of the sound. I decide to head towards the elevators, where the echoing of her sniffles is resounding quietly. My tall frame comes to a sudden halt, my shock throwing me off kilter at the sight of Bodhi consoling a hysterical Navy—my sister.

I have to tell myself this is my best friend and my sister before I react on impulse.

I know them both. I trust them both.

If something were going on between them, surely, they would tell me, just like I told Navy about Dakota and me.

Despite my confusion, the fact that Bodhi is with her becomes the last thought to cross my mind aside from her being upset. She’s fucking crying, and I need to know why.

Not wanting to interrupt what feels like an intimate moment, I hang back and give them a chance to close things up before I intervene.

Snoop. I hang back to snoop.

“I don’t think I can do it, Bodhi. I’m not strong enough for this.”

What aren’t you telling me, sister?

“Shhh, it’s okay, Navy. You can do it. I know you can.”

Is Bodhi actually consoling my sister? I’m so confused.

“He called me a whore. I’m not a whore, B. I’m not. If I stand up to him, he’ll kick me out.”

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