Chapter 11: Wouldn’t Be Caught Dead
Sydney parked her Mazda not far from the baseball diamonds at the local public athletics complex. She wasn’t playing, but the thrill of game day still pulsed through her body. A quiet electricity charged the hot summer air as fans, friends, and parents carried coolers to the bleachers and players oiled gloves, sorted through bats, and dusted dirt off home plate.
She grinned at Alyssa Tang in her passenger seat. “Are you ready for this?”
Alyssa rolled her eyes without bothering to look at Sydney. She had the visor down and watched herself in the mirror as she fastened her fine, straight black hair with a handful of bobby pins. “It’s the community summer softball league, Shieh. It’s mostly women who played in high school and can’t wait to go out togethe
