Cyrin bites his lip, staring at the counter and then walks toward the door after Billy grabs the bag, “My parents, they died in an accident. I was at a basketball game getting ready with my team. We were going to win regionals and have a party that night. . . I got the phone call just before I went on the court. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t answered my phone. They were only a half mile from the arena and some idiot decided to pop a Uh in the middle of the intersection. My parents disn’t swerv intim and had a head on coalition with them. Five car pileup later and they were dead.
”Safe to say, we lost the game, I was so out of it. I shouldn’t have even played, but my replacement had sprained his ankle a few days before and the coach didn’t trust anyone else. So I went is, and missed every shot, fumbled every pass. I was kicked from the team two more losing games later, then the court came in. It took me forever to be able to drive again. I was paranoid that I would face the same fate as my parents and my brother’s would lose someone else once again.
“I can‘t even really hold a ball anymore without thinking about that evening.” He sighs, looking at Billy, “So I get it. And I understand, but then likely hood of it happening aga8in is small. Just be careful, and take your time.“ He smiles slightly before iopening the car door and climbing in.