LUCA
I stared at the tablet for several seconds, unsure if my mind was playing tricks on me. My eyes moved over the article again and again before the name finally settled in my head.
Savon Smith.
Darrel leaned closer as if he expected me to deny what I was seeing. “You saw it, right?”
I nodded slowly. “Is that really Savon Smith? Former world champion?”
Darrel exhaled. “Yes. That’s him.”
I looked back at the photo on the screen. It showed Savon leaving an airport, surrounded by cameras and fans. His expression was calm and confident, almost as if he had never retired and had been preparing for this moment.
“Why is he making a comeback now?” I asked.
Darrel shrugged. “No idea. But the news broke an hour ago and the entire sports world is going crazy.”
I sat back, still processing
