I’ve barely seen Alex this week thanks to the regatta. He has been helping to run races, and training with his crew. I helped out twice after work but I took today off work to cheer them. They won their heat on Monday, to their surprise, but it was all fingers and toes crossed for the final.

I found him on the slipway and tapped his shoulder. “Alex.”

He whipped around with a grin. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’m the team’s Number One Fan.”

“Apart from Sam’s mother.”

“True.” She sewed them training hoodies, made them protein balls, and never misses a race. “Is she here?”

“Making teas in the clubhouse but she’ll be out for the race.”

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