That’s how it started. Not with a grand gesture or a fireworks kiss. It started with a broken knee, a missing roll of tape, and two people who had no business being in the same room at midnight. For the next ten days, the secondary treatment room became our confessional.
"Why are you really here? Not the tape story. The real reason." Searching For- Sidelined The QB And Me In-
I paused. "You remembered that?"
He was there.
"Someone had to."
"Your eyes are red."