Ethan showed up at Mia’s house after practice, still in his sweats. He’d texted her dad earlier asking if they could talk. To his surprise, Mr. Thompson said yes.
He waited on the porch while Mia’s dad sat in the rocking chair, arms crossed. The silence stretched.
“I’m not here to ask for permission yet,” Ethan started. “I know I don’t deserve that. But I wanted you to see I’m handling my s**t. I’ve been putting in extra work with Coach. Showing up early, staying late. No more drama on the team.”
Mr. Thompson nodded once. “Jake told me you’ve been keeping your head down.”
“I have. I also talked to the athletic director. Told him the situation was personal and I’m focused on ball now. He’s giving me one more chance.” Ethan shifted his weight. “I’m not asking you to like me right now. Ju
