Long Shot (Hoops, #1)

by Kennedy Ryan

nerves dissolve into the calm that comes with competence—with knowing you are fully capable of meeting the challenge ahead.

Hope is the gap between what if and what is, but you have to fill that gap with a lot of hard work.

A callus has formed over my dignity and my self-respect. I barely feel them anymore. They’re casualties of my survival and of my eventual escape.

There were those who stayed too long. Remained when they should have fled. They did not live to regret it. In this torrent, this chaos of cruelty, I realize I’ve made the same mistake. I’ve remained when I should have fled. Now, I witness the exact moment when this monster loses all restraint.