Synopsis

The game was a foolish idea, born of a winter afternoon and too much laughter with Jim. Now, a sharp pain lanced through Andy’s leg, a cruel punctuation mark on an already embarrassing situation. His girlfriend had explicitly warned him against it – snow football, she'd said, was a recipe for disaster. And here he was, nursing the consequences. Jim’s face was a mask of concern, perhaps a little too concerned. “Oh, Andy, that looks bad,” he murmured, his voice laced with false sympathy. He off