A Door Left Open

~BECKETT~

My father did not bother with small talk.

He walked into the study like the week had been a performance review I was already failing and dropped a printed schedule on the desk in front of me.

"Davenport Athletics Charity Cup," he said. "This weekend. You play Westport. You raise the funds. You show up."

I stared at the paper. Dates. Time. A note about press being there. I had forgotten t