the basketball on the cracked asphalt behind the high school gym. Th
hird chance.
. My brother, Leo, had looked at them, his face unreadable. That night, he' d locked me in my room. The
in the stands just for me. The night before, Leo made me a glass of water. Said I needed to b
was s
ith a top scout. He believed in me. He was the closest thing
turning in early, exhausted from practice. I faked sleep until I heard the
I m
d played the game of my life. The scout, a woma
h, Maya," she said
that meant
was breathing free air. This was it. The ticket out of this ru
ed the f
ing in the d
d up. In his hand was the thick lea
" he asked, his
. I got it. I think I
rward. "I told y
my voice cracking. "You ca
cross the shoulders, and a hot, sharp pain seare
dn' t
house. They must have carried, because
g okay in there?" It was
door and opened it. Mrs. Gable and her husband st
greement," Leo said
Gable said, trying to peer
lled out a folded, worn piece of paper.
it. Concern melted away, replaced
ook at me. She handed
aya," she said, her voice soft and sa
ed away, leaving me
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