Kayden
Who was Damian Fernandez to Rhys?
That question wouldn't leave me alone. It looped through my mind with every step I took down the corridor toward the locker room, growing heavier the closer I got.
The win should have felt good — we had just pulled off a dramatic shootout victory in Game 4, the kind of night that usually had the whole team buzzing for hours. But all I could see was that red Ferrari pulling into the private parking lot,
By the time I pushed open the locker room door, the celebration was already in full swing. Music thumped from someone's portable speaker, bass vibrating through the benches.
The boys were shouting Luca's name, clapping each other on the back, popping bottles of sports drink, and a few sneaky beers someone must have smuggled in.
The air smelled like sweat, icy hot, and victory. Laughter bounced off the walls, and a couple of the younger players were already reenacting Luca's game-winning shot with exaggerated dekes and glove saves.
