Page 155 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

I pull my hood up, buckle my seat belt, and slide lower.

“I hate seeing you like this,” Penn whispers. “But I don’t know how to fix it.”

That’s the problem, isn’t it? Neither do I.

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Penn

She’s with us.

Me

…where?

Penn

On the plane headed to Michigan.

She’s terrified of him.

No fucking shit.

Any chance of you getting here?

Why, so I can watch him fuck up some more?

This is the first time he’s seen her since then. He absolutely wasn’t prepared for her to be so spooked.

I’ve been running defense for her, but I can only do so much if he’s determined.

Is he?

Determined?

I don’t know. He said it was a form of punishment…

He should know what it feels like.

Being punished?

Helplessness.

Give Sydney back some control.

I’ll be there Saturday morning, but I can only stay twenty-four hours.

Oh, and by the way…

Prepare yourself before you see her.

I call Sydney, and it goes straight to voicemail. It’s been going to fucking voicemail all week. After Penn called me about not being able to get into her apartment, and I tried my key…

We called her dad. We did the right thing. But she still hasn’t been answering her phone or the times I’ve knocked on her door.

Not going to lie, I’ve been going out of my fucking mind.