I never expected to see her again.

After she broke my heart to pursue her softball career, I never wanted to see Cat Collins again.
But here she was, leaned up against the chainlink fence of the softball field.
And after an injury and a two-year bender, she was asking me to help her get her training back on track.
Could I trust her with my heart again? More importantly, I could I trust myself?
Asking Cleo for help wasn’t something I ever planned on.
But after the accident, my career had taken a nose dive,...

I never expected to see her again.

After she broke my heart to pursue her softball career, I never wanted to see Cat Collins again.
But here she was, leaned up against the chainlink fence of the softball field.
And after an injury and a two-year bender, she was asking me to help her get her training back on track.
Could I trust her with my heart again? More importantly, I could I trust myself?
Asking Cleo for help wasn’t something I ever planned on.
But after the accident, my career had taken a nose dive, and my reputation was in shambles.
If I had any hope of returning to my professional softball career, I needed to get my life on track.
So what better way to figure out what was wrong with me than going back to where it all began: the day I broke Cleo’s heart.