“It felt so weightless.”

Aaron’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it sounded as though it infinitely echoed off the walls in the silence of your dorm room that had stretched on for the past hour since his return.

He swallowed, looking up with his head laid upon your chest. Fingers lightly tugging at his hair kept him grounded.

“The racquet, I mean. When I hit him.” He elaborated just as quietly, his face scrunched up in thought. “But, it was a heavy racquet. And my hands felt heavy.”

With his bail posted, he was allowed to stay at Palmetto until the trial. He could stay here.