ARIA

The next morning, silence falls upon Uncle Barty and me.

It's a tense and sullen kind of silence. In the car last night, he didn't tell me anything about the match, but I'm not holding it against him. I understand that our loss really cost our pack a lot, and as the coach, I think he feels partly responsible for it, even though he shouldn't.

If Ryder hadn't broken his stick, the Moonveils would never have scored.

I wish I knew how to cheer him up but I'm not in the mood for it either. ...