The shoulder voted today

The bag chain didn't snap on its own. I want to believe it did. I felt my rotation pull before the metal let go. The order matters and I won't tell Jules. Two parents from the Tuesday kids' class saw me on one knee on the canvas. I stood up. I didn't rub it. The mum with the ponytail was already on her phone. I don't know if she was posting or calling her husband to say the new trainer dropped.

Voss has never been on one knee in a gym in front of children. That's not fair to compare. Voss has never had a first career to blow up. I keep doing the math. I keep subtracting. Twenty-two to thirty-one. The years I gave to water. The years the water didn't give back.

Lou said three days or Voss gets the broadcast solo. I heard what was under it. You're damaged goods and we're letting you know we know. Dr Reyes's receptionist knew why I was calling before I said my name. The fax came at 3:47. I read it twice at the printer. The card held. I put it on the fridge and sent Zoe a photo. I looked like a man who'd just won something. I felt like a man who'd just been allowed to keep his job.

Briggs is right. Voss's corner has been watching the tape. They'll see how I hold myself at the press conference. They'll see me not raise my left arm above my ear for the camera. Someone always notices. Someone always has.

I told Zoe about the fax. I didn't tell her about the bag. The full version doesn't get sent. Even to her.