Gage
“Welcome back,” Coach said, standing tall in front of us, arms crossed over his chest, feet planted a little wider than shoulder-width apart. “This is going to be a tough f*****g year,” he added, scanning each one of us, his gaze sharp and deliberate. “But we’re gonna make this year count. This is the last year before Simmons, Cortez, and Blackwell leave us, and we’re gonna make sure they can continue being a proud part of our Timberwolves.”
My hands were clasped tightly behind my back, and I forced my eyes straight ahead, though my attention kept drifting to the girls perched on the tribunes. They were eager, practically buzzing, here to watch our training. And of course, my mind latched onto one person in particular—I wanted Bree there. I wanted her sitting up there, just watching
