There was a knot in his right shoulder blade that needed to be worked out. “Be quick.” Dad came to a stop by the gate, and I grabbed the door handle, my feet already out, the truck door slammed shut as I jogged down the walkway and to the door, my fingers quick on the keypad, his personal code entered, and then I was inside.Ĭhase Stern sat naked on wood planks, his back against warm stone, his arms loose at his side, eyes closed. Sometime today, Chase Stern would take off from LA, his stuff packed up by movers, everything in motion so that he could play tomorrow.

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