I toss it back at him. “You’re all idiots.”
“Proud of it,” Mason says boldly.
Colby’s voice cuts through it. Calm. Captain.
“Enough. What’s going on, for real?”
The room quiets just a notch.
I don’t look up when I say it.
“My ex is threatening custody.”
Silence.
It is the kind of silence that only happens in a locker room full of men who chirp for sport.
Dex’s mouth hangs open like he forgot what joke comes next.
Bryce’s grin slides off his face.
Mason just stares at me.
Colby turns the music down with one sharp gesture.
“Okay,” he says. “Start over. Slowly.”
Even the music seems to shrink.
Dex lowers his water bottle. “Like… real custody?”
“Real custody.”
Mason straightens. No smirk now. “Over what?”
“She moved to L.A. years ago,” I say. “Now she thinks California is a better idea than Nashville.”
Bryce leans back against the lockers. “She can’t just decide that. She's been a part-time mother for years.”
“She thinks she can.”
“Has she filed?” Colby asks.
“No.”
“Then it’s noise,” Dex says.
“It’s not noise,” I say evenly. “She’s serious.”
I grab my towel. Run it over my hair.
“And to add more shit to the pile, Jenna’s leaving.”
The words hit the room like a second whistle.
Bryce winces. “That’s brutal timing.”
“She has a family emergency,” I say. “She’s gone in two weeks.”
