She’s here again tonight with my mom. Sparks pop in my chest at the idea of Pippa watching my game. Maybe biting her plush bottom lip in tense moments. “Streicher.” My head snaps up. Ward and everyone else in the change room are staring at me. “You okay?” Ward tilts his chin at where I’m rubbing my sternum. I let my hand drop. “Yeah.” I nod. “Fine.”
