Adrian POV
Coach Stevens is waiting outside my dorm at seven in the morning.
"We need to talk," he says, falling into step beside me as I head to breakfast.
"I'm good, Coach."
"You look like hell, Cross. When's the last time you slept?"
I don't answer because I can't remember. Every time I close my eyes, I see Jules' face outside the training facility. That desperate hope crumbling into devastation.
"Your performance is slipping," Stevens continues. "Three dropped passes yesterday. You're better than that."
"I'll fix it."
"Will you?" He stops walking, forcing me to face him. "Because from where I'm standing, you're punishing yourself instead of dealing with the actual problem."
"There is no problem," I say. "It's over. Done. Just like Coach Rowan wanted."
Stevens studies me with
