LOGAN
“Ethan? As in my team mate?”
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Ethan. My friend. My teammate. The guy I’d shared victories, losses, and locker room banter with. The guy who stood beside me. The guy who claimed to have my back.
“Logan, did you hear me?”
I didn’t respond. My body moved on autopilot, feet carrying me toward the field. My teammates were already warming up. They were busy chatting, stretching and oblivious. But my gaze locked onto Ethan who was laughing at something, completely unaware that his life was about to change.
Someone called my name. I ignored it. My coach said something. I didn’t register it.
Ethan turned, saw me, and smiled. “Yo, Logan! What’s up, man—”
The punch connected before he finished the sentence.
There was a sickening crunch, followed b
