SKY’S POV
I started noticing things I hadn’t noticed before. Who lingered near the equipment room a beat too long. Who got quiet when I walked into the coaches’ office. Whether the same assistant who used to wave me through security now asked for my badge twice.
None of it was anything on its own. All of it together felt like something.
I hadn’t told anyone I knew about the file request. Reyes had said it wasn’t his to share, and I figured that cut both ways — not mine to spread around either. So I carried it alone, the way I carried most things, except this one had a different weight to it.
This one meant somebody in this building was actively collecting pieces of me. Every glance, every paused conversation, every extra question at the door started looking like it might be part of th
