The Saturday afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Jenifer Walter’s office, painting long golden stripes across the floor. The air in the Denver Coliseum was thick with the aftershock of bad news, but Jenifer had no time to wallow. She needed her leaders, and she needed a plan.
She fired off a quick group text to the Cannibals’ captains and to Sterling “Lockjaw” Blaze:
Jenifer: “Meet in my office at 4. Update on Trisha. Need your help. -JW”
The hours crawled by. Jenifer paced, reviewing quarterback lists and scribbled play diagrams, but nothing felt right. She kept replaying her conversation with Jeremy that morning, his stubborn refusal, the haunted look in his eyes. She needed her team’s buy-in. She needed to rally the people who could move mountains-or at least, move Jeremy Da
