RYDER

Disappointment washes over me to the point where it feels like I'm drowning in it.

I can't believe we lost the game.

I'm riding in the car with my father. We were supposed to head home after the game to discuss our victory and what we'd do with that part of the territory, but it seems everything went astray. I know he's disappointed, and I can already imagine what he's going to say to me.

I messed up. That's all I can say. That's all there is to it. I'll never try to deny it.

I stare ...