Page 25 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
She might be the culprit.
Also, Jack says Botanical Slut is better than Plant Ho.
In some ways, I felt bad for this girl. She was Hale’s age. Obviously passionate. I didn’t want to see her expelled for one bad choice. But I wanted her to be punished because of all the damage she caused.
A weight lifted off my shoulders. We found her. Now, to pass this information on to the authorities.
Chapter Eight
Grif
Nerves collided in my belly as I sat in an exam room at the doctor’s office. With the game tonight, I should be napping. However, the need to know whatever it was the doctor had to tell me burned me from the inside out. I wasn’t sure I could go another day living with that uncertainty.
So here I was.
As I waited, I scrolled through pictures of Verity being buried in the sand by Maimer rookies. Her absence left a gaping hole in my soul. Sure, we talked, we texted, but it wasn’t the same.
One thing we hadn’t spoken about was what she’d whispered in my ear as she got on the bus.I’ll always love you. No matter what. Even if you’re a gamma.
While I loved the sentiment, it baffled me. What gave her the idea that I was agamma?
Still, she’d figuredsomethingout. On her own.
If she’d done that, who else had?
My phone lit up and I silenced it. Chet wasnottaking me firing him well. Stu had smoothed things over with the Knights GM. Hopefully, we’d have that contract before Verity returned from her trip.
Again, my phone lit up, but it wasn’t Chet.
“Hey, Stu.” Anxiousness filled me. Hopefully, it was good news.
“Hi, Grif. Did you see that they’ve announced the fan picks for the All-Star game?” Stu asked me.
“No. Dean got it, didn’t he?” While as nice as a rest during the All-Star break sounded, it was always fun to attend. Dean had gotten to play a couple of times. I’d only been once for the rookie games with AJ, back when we’d been Hurricanes.
This year, Elias Royce, our team captain, was captaining one of the four All-Star teams–a huge honor. But Elias had been at this a long time and was getting ready to retire.
“Sadly, Dean didn’t make it this year. Goalies are tough considering how few of them are on a team compared to other positions,” Stu said. “However,youmade the popular vote cut. By quite a bit.”
I pulled it up on my phone to check. “Did I? Wow, I didn’t even know I was up for consideration.”
This year I’d been too busy to follow it. Especially when I hadn’t gotten it last year, from either the Hurricanes or the fan vote.
“Congratulations. It’s in Boston this year, so that should be fun for you,” he told me.
“I can’t believe it. Wow. Thanks for letting me know.” My mind reeled. I’d gotten pickedby the fansfor the All-Star team, and it was in Boston. Perfect. We could stay in the house I’d bought Dean and I could see what all needed to be fixed.
“There’s a few tickets available for sale for your family, so let me know and I’ll handle it,” he added.
“I’ll buy every ticket they’ll let me have,” I told him. The pack would want to come, as would my family and Dean’s. “Thanks again.”
I ended the call and took a screenshot of me being chosen and I sent it to the group chat–and to Verity.
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