The Graham Effect

Still feels like a failure on my part, but I keep forcing myself to remember Ryder’s words. It’s just a moment in time. There will be other moments

“That’s my wife out there.”

My dick belongs to you.”

Dirty-blond hair, light gray eyes, and a face that could stop traffic. He must be an Eastwood guy because I’ve never seen him before.

And I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that shade of blue. They’re impossibly dark. Steely sapphire.

His black hockey pants and gray jersey suit his tall frame. He’s kind of lanky, but even at fifteen or sixteen, he’s already built like a hockey player.

Lindley,” she says, eyes narrowed.

“Dixon,” he mimics

Life is…good.

That’s not a sentiment I’m used to expressing. Or experiencing. But it is. I’ve got my health, my friends, my brother. My wife. Neither of us have any idea what the future holds. Nobody does.

But I can’t imagine any future with Gigi not being bright

especially my OGs—Hannah and Garrett

But like me, she’s learning to accept her limitations while continuing to hone her strengths