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| Cody |

"Are you sure?"

"Yes mom, I'm sure." I chuckle in response to her questioning. She's been asking and asking if I'm sure about heading to the therapists office on my own. Truth is I'm sure she thinks that I'll abandon my appointment and do something else until it's time to go home, and in all honesty, I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind.

I'm watching my mom as she observes me, she's very clearly studying my face, looking for signs that say 'hey mom, I'm not actually going to my appointment', but since I am, I know she won't find those signs.

"Mom, I'm going to my appointment, you don't need to worry."

"I'll always worry about you, baby." She sasses back as she walks toward me, kissing me on the forehead as she hands me my board, ushering me to the front door. "Be careful, I don't want a phone call from the hospital telling me that you've gotten into an accident because you weren't paying attention to your surroundings or that you were going too fast."

I can't help my grin at my mom, having missed out on someone caring for me all my life, I'm still adjusting to her attitude that I'm the most important thing in her life.

"You got it mom, I'll give the hospital Kelley's number instead." I joke with my mom, and thankfully she just chuckles in response.

"NO YOU WILL NOT, BABY MORGAN!"

My eyes widen as I hear Kelley yell from somewhere inside the house. She arrived last night, after spending some time with her family, now she's here to see Hope and Jack.

"I should have known she would have super squirrel hearing." I whisper to my mom, who laughs a little too loudly for my liking.

"Excuse me?!" I hear Kelley yell once again and I take that as my cue to leave, so I kiss my mom on the cheek, tell her I love her and leave for my appointment, waving behind me when I hear my mom yelling her goodbyes and to be safe.

I've always loved skateboarding. Although I'm never at super speed, it always feels like I am. I've always loved the freedom that comes with it, the feeling that I can go anywhere I like. It's something I've learned to enjoy considering my childhood. The wind in my hair, having to keep my mouth closed so that I don't accidently swallow a fly, speaking from experience - it's awful.

I make it to Dr Morris' office, I take a few deep breaths before I enter the building, not because I'm out of breath, I'm not that unfit. It's because even though this is now my third time seeing her, I still get unbelievably nervous. We haven't spoke about anything new, not since my first appointment and when she begins to question me further into serious issues, I deflect and during my last meeting with her, I actually left early, which may explain why my mom is worried that I'd blow this appointment off.

"Hello, I have an appointment with Dr. Morris at 10." I tell the receptionist, who nods and signs me in, letting my doctor know that I'm here.

I take a seat in the waiting area, which is located directly beside the receptionist, and it's only roughly 12 seats all lined up against the wall. No coffee table, nothing to read. No TV on the wall, nothing to occupy your mind, nothing to help ignore the fact that one of the other patients is sitting in the corner, staring at me. I'm feeling so uncomfortable that I don't notice the girl sitting next to me until she begins to talk.

"Oh, you're Cody, right?

"Um...why are you asking?" I say, instead of just being straightforward I become defensive. Ever since the news broke about who my mom is, I've become increasingly closed off, I've not been interested in making friends with anyone. Honestly, I'm convinced people are only interested in me because of who my mom is.

"Wow. Okay. I was only asking because you look familiar." She sasses back, while rolling her eyes and I can't help but wonder what this girls' problem is.

"Yes, I'm Cody." I say, biting the bullet. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why?"

"Since everyone knows Alex Morgan is my mom, people want to be 'friends' with me just to get closer to her. I guess it's made me cold."

"That's okay, I get it. For the record though, if I wanted to meet your mom, I'd just ask Christine to set it up."

"Christine?"

"Sinclair."

After hearing that I take a good few minutes to really study the person before me. Asking myself if she's for real or just delusional.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy." She laughs at me but I just raise an eyebrow questioning her. She doesn't say anything, she only sighs.

"Hello, I'm Jordyn." she holds her hand out for me to shake.

"Jordyn?" I repeat, and while I shake her hand my eyes narrow as it dawns on me that I know I've seen her face somewhere before. "Jordyn...Huitema?"

"The one and only...unfortunately." She mumbles towards the end.

"Not to be blunt by...why the fuck are you here?" I ask her, hoping that I'm not overstepping or insulting her, but luckily for me she laughs it off.

"I'm here to see a therapist, just like you, Cody."

We talk for the next twently minutes as her appointment time isn't up yet and my doctor is running late, which is ever so useful, and she explains to me that she's been seeking help to deal with the pressure that comes with being one of Canada's newest, most exciting talents. While she obviously loves what she does, she needs a little help to keep everything in-check, with so many different people giving her different pieces of advice.

We exchange phone numbers and social media info as I'm being called for my appointment with Dr. Morris.

"I'll text you, and we can meet up later." She says, she stands as I do and she hugs me goodbye as I leave for my doctor's office. I sit in the seat, in front of Dr. Morris and we begin. I hate this seat, it's situated at an angle that doesn't allow you to see the door, only the doctor. Theres nothing to hide my body behind, so to speak, leaving me feeling entirely exposed, something I'm sure is completely planned.

"Sorry about the wait, Cody. I had an emergency consultation over the phone."

I only nod at her excuse, and although I don't tell her, I do admire her dedication to her patients. It feels good to know that if I need to talk to someone who isn't my mom, or Jack, that I can call and she'll always be there.

Jordyn texted, as she said she would, last night. We agreed to get lunch together, as friends, nothing more and while Jack begged and pleaded with me to allow her to tag along, I refused. I didn't even tell her who I was meeting and I could tell it was frustrating for my best friend who I usually tell everything to. She's not used to a mystery when it comes to me.

I ride my board to the small diner in town, and while I'm on my way there I begin to wonder why Jordyn is even in Idaho at all. I round the corner to the street that the diner is on, expecting the street to be clear but it's not and I crash into someone, knocking both of us to the ground.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! My mom warned be about being careful, I guess I should listen to her. I'm so so so so sorry!" I ramble on as I stand up, holding my hand out for the woman I've run into and I see that it's the one person I'd never expect to see here right now.

"Kristie?"