Page 44 of The Transfer

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“I am so grateful for you, Son. I love you,” my dad murmurs as he pulls me in for an embrace. Usually, he isn’t one to share too much emotion. I hug him back fiercely, knowing this is most likely his last Thanksgiving.

“Thanks, Dad. I love you too.” I help him into the passenger seat and stand in the driveway watching until I can no longer see their car.

Walking back in the house, I find Reagan looking out the window to the backyard. I come up beside her and put my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into my side. She fits perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle.

“How’s your dad feeling?” She breaks the silence, and I look down at her with gratitude.

“He’s tired, but today was a good day. Hopefully that continues,” I tell her, and I pray that is the case.

“I’m glad. Happy Thanksgiving, Point Guard,” she says quietly.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Sunshine.”

HOOP SQUAD

Carter

Okay, so we need a new name for the group chat. Hoop Squad isn’t really encompassing what we have going on.

Jordan

Not this again…you suck at naming things.

Riggs

No

Williams

I hate group chats.

Riggs

Me too.

Carter

I am extraordinary at everything I do, you jerk. Suck it up. We need chemistry on and off the court.

Williams

I want zero chemistrywith you, Carter.

Carter

I’m wounded, Teddy Bear.

Williams has left the group chat.

Moore

Carter, you know he hates that nickname…only Lindsey can get away with calling him that.

Carter

Have any of you seen the man around Lindsey? He’s got it bad for her. She’s smoking hot.

Jordan

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