He frowned. “You’re always just focused on the kid. Why can’t you be more like Adele? Have something going for yourself.”
Just as he reached for the document, his phone rang.
He answered, and his expression instantly changed to worried and anxious.
“I’ve got something to handle,” he muttered, already walking away.
I smirked. “Something to do with Adele?”
He shot me a cold look. “She’s a hardworking girl. Practicing even at night. I’m just going to keep her company. Don’t overthink it.”
Watching him leave without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to the one man on the track who always outranked Sebastian.
[Still got room on your team? Want to win a championship together?]
He replied instantly. [Welcome back. Get your paperwork in order. I’ll pick you up in three days.]
Polly's POV
The next morning, I began packing my things.
Everything I couldn’t take with me, I tossed straight into storage boxes or the trash with no hesitation.
I also took down the only family photo hanging in the living room, where I was the only one smiling.