C44 Chapter 44

Medora

I stood on the sidelines in yet another tracksuit, watching the boys run plays. Millie had been right—watching college athletes wasn’t the safest choice for someone like me. Not that I was losing control or anything. They didn’t remind me of Clyde in the slightest. It was just… weird. A few of them were clearly trying to impress me.

I’m thirty-seven, for fuck’s sake