I turned to grab my bag and leave but stopped short when a flash of silver in the trophy case caught my eye. I moved closer to get a better look. “No damn way,” I whispered to the empty room. Disbelief slammed into me and I forgot how to breathe. It was my boxing trophy. The one I got for winning the Silver Gloves Championship. Then I saw the rest of the trophies—basketball ones—that lined the various shelves. All of them had my name etched on the bottom. Every. Single. One.
