“He said I’m one of the best college players, but he’s not looking at stats. He’s trying to focus on some of the older players, the women out of the pros who have more experience competing on the world stage.” It makes sense, but I don’t say that out loud. She’s far too distraught to hear it right now. “I can’t believe I didn’t make it.” The words are spoken on a shaky, anguished moan. I slide my fingers through her hair, stroking gently. “I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.”
