The Wild Card (The Dugout #2)

Chapter 55

Chapter Fifty-Five

Callie

There’s a knock on Foster’s condo door, and I swing it open.

Leighton holds up two grocery bags. “Ice cream, pizza, popcorn, chips, Twizzlers, and three bags of Hershey’s bars.”

She steps in and drops the bags, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Today we veg and cry. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”

The tears come because how was I so stupid to think that I could be a game-changer for Foster fucking Davis?