One more practice match. One more loss.
I rub my face with both of my hands with frustration as I exit the game quickly.
I do not know anymore what is happening. I have spent a couple of nights sleepless and that may be what is affecting me today.
We have lost all the matches scheduled for today and Liam is far from being content with our performances. It is as if we were completely new to the roles we are playing, even though we have had weeks of playing this way.
Although I am not the only reason of our losses, I know deep down that the fingers will be pointed at me if we are disqualified in the first match of the US Nationals.
“Kathlyn, we need to talk”, Liam says once he has finished giving indications for our future practices.
I shake my head, clearly taken aback by his words; n
