Jason looked at the clock.
“My break is almost over.”
Before he stood, I asked him one question.
“If you could do anything right now, what would you do?”
He frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“If money wasn’t the problem. If your injury wasn’t the problem. What would you actually want?”
He looked toward the window.
For a long time, he said nothing.
Then he smiled faintly.
“Coach.”
“Basketball?”
“Anything.”
He shrugged.
“I always liked working with kids.”
Then his expression changed.
“But that ship sailed a long time ago.”
I said nothing.
Jason stood.
“It was good seeing you, Rachel.”
He smiled.
“Really good.”
I watched him limp back toward the mop bucket.
And I already knew what I was going to do.
Jason had no idea that I wasn’t just passing through town.
For the past twelve years, I had worked for a rehabilitation foundation.
