Chapter 4 — The Scarred Football

Meg

It was late afternoon when I finally forced myself to unpack the last box I’d brought back to Greenhill. The summer sun poured through my bedroom window, casting golden streaks across the worn hardwood floor. The room hadn’t changed much since I’d left for university—same faded posters on the walls, same lopsided bookshelf crammed with novels I hadn’t touched in years. Somehow, it felt smaller now, like it didn’t quite fit me anymore. Or maybe I didn’t fit it.