The following morning, I blink against the sunlight and grab my phone from the bedside table where it’s ringing. I fumble to answer it, ignoring the shattered screen.
“Hello?”
Coach Dodd’s voice booms through the speaker. “I’ve got some good news for you, kid.”
“Yeah?” I say, rubbing one hand over my face. I was kind of hoping yesterday had just been a dream. Sadly, it wasn’t, and now I have to deal with the consequences of whatever’s about to come next.
“How does Vancouver sound to you?”
Is this some kind of joke? “Excuse me?”
Is this some kind of joke?“They came through for you, kid. The coach is a friend of mine, and he knows how hard you’ve worked to get where you are. He’s not just taking you as a favor to me or anything like that, I want you to know that. You’ve earned a spot t
