Nepenthe (Bracing for Love #2) by Lindsay Paige

Author:Lindsay Paige [Paige, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lindsay Paige
Published: 2015-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

THE DINNER NEVER really turned around, but that's okay. I got through to Lucy, I think, so I'm good for a while. When we get back, Olivia and I go our separate ways. I'm ready for bed. Maybe the medicine is helping a little because the next morning, while I feel like staying in bed all day, I don't want to either. Therefore, I take a deep breath, gather all my strength, and get up. It doesn't exhaust me too much to do so.

Around nine, there's a knock on my door. I almost don't answer it, but the only person it can be is Olivia. Why is she knocking? The bad feeling returns in my gut as I answer the door. I blink. My gaze flips back and forth between her and the football she's holding in her hands. What in the hell is she doing?

When I don't speak, she frowns. “You aren't even going to ask?” My non-reaction should be enough of a hint. “Fine,” she huffs. “I want you to throw this with me.”

Hell. No.

I slam the door closed in one fluid motion. Is she crazy? There's no way I'm touching that thing. She couldn't pay me a million dollars to hold it. Before I can take three steps away from the door, she's opening it.

“This is proof you need to see a real therapist. You took one look at this football and froze. You can't even throw it with me, much less speak when it's in the room.”

To spite her, I do speak. “I don't need to do either of those things ever again, so why would I?”

She grabs my arm and waits until I turn around to face her. “You loved the game, Corey. Your dad signed you up and he loved watching you. I bet he would toss it with you, wouldn't he?” He did. Reluctantly, I nod. “Don't you want to be able to do that one day with your own kids? Don't you want to be able to toss the ball with them, go to their games, or talk about football with them? I know that's a long way in the future, but you need a reason to want to do this, so I'm giving it to you. Think of the future children you may have.”

Future children? Is she serious? I'm about to tell her to get out, just so the damn ball can get away from me, but she speaks again.

“You lost the ability to play, but you did not lose your love for the game. You miss talking about it with your brothers. You can still do that.”

“If I won't talk to you, what makes you think I'll talk to a therapist?” I decide to go back to the first thing she said.

“It's different. You'll see, if you would make an appointment.”

“How do you know?”

She hesitates before answering. “I've seen a therapist before. Look, I've got some homework I need to do, so I'm going to do that.” She places the football on my end table next to the couch.

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