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Five Months After the Wedding
I replied to him right away that I’d take a look, but then it took me almost a week to get back to Steve—mostly because I had other shit to take care of. I had a charity event in the evening, and then it was back to practice and preparing for our next opponent as we traveled to Miami.
The first and most obvious solution here is for someone to catch Amelia in the act of cheating. The clause in the will is very clear on that point, and I’m not sure how much of this I’m supposed to know—or how much of it he wants Grace to know. It feels like a heavy responsibility he laid on me, but he said he trusts me. And I take that to heart.
Which is why I’ve carefully avoided Grace.
I don’t want to talk to her and slip what I know, but I also told her it was over the last time I spoke with her.
I still stand by that. I still want her to have her vineyard. She deserves it, and we’ve been faithful to each other despite how I ended things personally between us last week.
I wonder how she’s doing. I think about calling her. I think about texting her. I think about her.
But she hasn’t reached out to me, social media rumors or not, and so I think maybe it’s just better this way.
A win against the Dolphins at their home stadium feels good—and even better since I actually caught a pass or two this time, one that I ran all the way into the end zone for a touchdown.
I’m getting my head back in the game because it’s the only place it can be right now. After the rumors hit social media about my possible divorce, the locker room chatter died out.
The other wide receivers have rallied around me, and having their support as we work on strengthening our bond has been everything I need.
But as the plane touches down on Sunday evening after our game and I make my way back to my empty apartment, that same sense of loneliness hits me again.
I can do this for three years. It’ll be fine. It’ll be good.
But then what?
Then I’m thirty-three and alone.
I thought my life would look different by now than it does.
I stand near my windows with a glass of bourbon again, and this time I don’t slam it against the wall to shatter it. I contemplate what I want to do, and I finally decide that if I want to help Steve get the answers he needs, I should head up to Temecula tomorrow and find out what’s going on. It’s only about an hour from where I live, and I’d like to check out this place my wife has no idea about.
I have this strange feeling like I don’t want to go alone, but I have no idea who to ask.
I could ask one of my teammates. Clay, maybe. But I’m not close enough to him to admit what I’m going through.
I think of one of the few people who is impulsive enough to be game to go with me, and at the same time, would drop anything and show up at my door if I asked, and I text him.
Me: You got any plans tomorrow?
Asher: Just a workout in the morning. Why?
Me: I need to take a trip to Temecula. Want to go?
Asher: Temecula? What the fuck is in Temecula?
I laugh out loud, and it feels good to laugh with one of my brothers after the heaviness that’s been swirling around me the last few days.
Me: Just have something I need to do and don’t want to do alone.
Asher: I’ll be there. Name the time.
Me: My place at eleven?
Asher: I’ll be there.
When morning comes, Asher shows up at my place a little after ten thirty.
