As usual, Noah was standing just between the middle walkway, signature clipboard in hand while a pair of whistles hung against his chest. I found myself staring at the dog’s whistle for a moment, shifting my gaze to the corner where I’d first spotted Trevor. God, it was uncanny how recent it all felt.

“Nice to see my assistant coach’s up and about,” he commented lightly. “Arm’s still actually in a cast, or is that for show?”

“Show,” I replied, plopping down on the ...