No matter how hard I’ve tried the last few days to convince her that everything is fine, I can tell that she has her doubts. Not that I blame her. I know I’ve been acting strange. It’s just that I’m trying to figure out the right time to tell her about my family. I’m also trying to come up with a good time to broach the subject of Hadley with my parents. I’ve got to convince them to let Hadley remain in my life. Sneaking around won’t work. I realized that this weekend when I couldn’t see her because Dad was home, and he watched me like a hawk. Last night I finally finished Hadley’s picture. It’s perfect and beautiful, just like she is. I’m thinking maybe I’ll open up to her about everything when I give it to her tonight after practice. Dad’s working late, so I’ll have plenty of time to see her. I shoot her off a text as I enter the locker room after school. Me: I have something for you. Hadley: What is it?
