SKY’S POV
Thursday’s session started quiet, and it stayed quiet longer than usual, both of us circling something neither had named since the day the blinds came down halfway and she’d told me what was and wasn’t happening in that room.
We hadn’t talked about it since.
We’d talked about everything else — the review, the media, whether I was sleeping, whether the anxiety numbers I texted her still meant what they used to mean now that half the league seemed to be watching every move either of us made.
Everything except the thing sitting underneath all of it, unaddressed, taking up more room the longer we left it there.
“You’ve been guarded again,” she said. “More than a few weeks ago.”
“You noticed.”
“It’s my job to notice.” She tilted her head slightly. “I think it’s the review. I th
