(Caleb)
The locker room felt smaller than usual after practice.
I stood at the front, arms crossed, watching my team finish changing. The usual post-practice chatter filled the air — jokes, complaints about drills, the familiar rhythm of guys who had bled together for years. But today the atmosphere was off. The whispers about Danica and me had grown louder. The bets were no longer jokes. They were starting to feel like cracks in the foundation I had spent years building.
I had heard enough in the tunnel.
Kane’s teammates teasing him. The way they laughed about him catching feelings for Danica. The way Kane tried to deny it but couldn’t hide the truth in his voice. The way he had steadied her when she almost fell — not out of malice, but something darker. Something that made my blood r
