The locker room before the Blackburn match was quieter than usual. Not because the players weren’t focused but because there was something deeper hanging in the air. It wasn’t just about winning anymore. It was about exposing a traitor.

Maya sat in front of her locker, adjusting her shin pads slowly, her hands steady even though her stomach was tight. Around her, her teammates prepared in silence. Everyone was tense. Not just with pre-match nerves but with the feeling that something ...