Page 212 of The Off Limits Captain
They are not talking about her work.
They are talking about whether she is allowed to have it.
Colt turns the TV off when he sees my face, which is how I know it has been on a while.
“Cap—”
“Leave it.”
I do not leave it. I stand in the doorway with my gloves still on and read the thing they built out of her in one day. A photograph she did not pose for. A disclosure she filed herself, turned into a confession. My name, never printed, sitting under all of it like a watermark.
I am the watermark.
For weeks I was the thing she walled off. Not her source. Not her quote. The man she would not use. She kept me out of the story to protect it.
It did not matter.
They never needed her to use me. They only needed me to exist next to her.
I know how to fix this. I have always known how to fix this.
I disappear.
Cool it. Stop being seen. Let the season swallow me, give the cameras nothing, let her go gray until the frame starves. A few weeks of distance and her name comes back clean. It is the obvious move. It is even the kind one.
I have my phone out before I finish the thought. The text writes itself — the team, the timing, the playoffs, giving her room. Something that would sound like sacrifice.
I stand there with my thumb over her name and recognize the move.
She wrote it about me. Months ago. At some point distance stops being strength and becomes a way to stay intact by never risking the mess of connection. He leads from far enough away to keep himself safe.
It stopped my hand then.
It stops my hand now.
This is not protecting her. It is the same thing I have always done in a nicer coat. If I vanish to save her story, I prove their version — that we are a thing that cannot survive daylight, a secret with a cost, something to be managed and apologized for.
The smear does not run on the relationship.
It runs on the relationship being a thing we will not say out loud.
Evan is against the lockers when I turn around, wearing the look he gets when he already has the answer and is waiting to see if I do.
“You’re going to vanish,” he says. “For her.”
“No.”
“That’s not your face.”
“It was. A minute ago.”
Evan nods. “Denver made a guy disappear once to protect him. Real considerate. He never played again, and everyone agreed it was for the best.” He pushes off the lockers. “Protecting someone by erasing them is just management with feelings, Cap.”
“I know.”
“So what are you going to do?”
I think of Peyton on a hospital floor refusing to let me hide. On a porch, not filling the silence. Telling a room full of cameras that some things are not stories.
