Chapter 18
It’s the first Sunday in April, the day after sub-sectionals. We—Tory, Ryan, and I—worked with the team all week, especially Ben, Kaitlin, and Savannah, since they’re all coming back next year. No one said a word about our non-participation in the tournament and, while Fremont is done for the season, Kaitlin placed in the top ten and Ben took home an honorable mention ribbon.
I never saw Sam. Same for Annika and a bunch of the Winnetka girls. Compared to the Big 9 tournament, sub-sectionals was the reality TV episode where nothing really happens.
“Next year,” Tory predicted on the bus ride home. “We’ll be all set to kick some Winnetka ass.”
A text message wakes me this morning. Caro’s still grounded—from everything—so I know it’s not her. Sam might as well be on a different
