The ballroom is decked out in elaborate bunches of sunny yellow balloons that arch over doorways, and huge bouquets of yellow roses in the center of each round table. Tonight’s gala is meant to raise money for a domestic violence safe house here in Seattle, and it looks like the turnout is great.
Coach Dodd thumps me on the shoulder as I pass, giving me a thumbs-up, but I don’t pause to talk with him. I weave my way through the crowd, scanning for Ana.
She may be staying at my place, but I haven’t seen much of her since she returned from visiting her Dad last week. A midweek trip to the Northeast kept me away, and this week I spent several days in Canada for a series of away games. I’ve been looking forward to the chance to see her tonight, eager to check on her and find out how she’s be
