Stacey’s POV:
By the time we got back to the hotel parking area, half of the crew had already dozed off, slumped over the windows and shoulders of their friends, the high of the city having exhausted them.
I was also exhausted, but before I could plant one foot on the ground, Coach began to clap his palms together.
"Alright, listen up!" he bellowed, his voice piercing the sleepy murmurs. "After today, it's only proper we cap it off right. Everyone go get cleaned up; we meet again back down in the dinner hall in forty-five minutes for a team dinner."
The boys complained grudgingly but obeyed, shuffling into the hotel on stumbling feet. I followed behind, shouldering the heavy weight of the day… and of my heart.
In my room, I collapsed onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
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