Ethan
The rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso fills the kitchen, but the mug cooling on the marble counter remains untouched. 07:00 AM. I haven't slept.
Every time I close my eyes, I'm back on the gym floor, struggling for air. I still feel Maya's cool fingers resting over my trembling fist, anchoring me to reality while the panic threatens to drag me under.
My phone vibrates violently across the countertop. Marcus. A knot tightens in my chest as I answer. "Ethan!" His voice is ragged with panic. "Turn on Channel Five. Or any sports network. Right now." Without a word, I swipe the wall-mounted control panel. The giant television flickers to life. A breaking-news banner stretches across the screen in bold red letters.
EXCLUSIVE: Sources inside Westbridge United claim Dr. Maya Bennett
