The locker room was empty. The smell of sweat and leather lingered in the air, faint but sharp enough to make Maya’s stomach twist. She paused at the doorway, her eyes settling on Amelia slumped over a bench, her head in her hands. The girl looked smaller than usual, fragile like glass, the weight of something unseen pressing her down.

Maya’s chest tightened. She couldn’t watch this anymore. Two days until the European match that could decide their season and Amelia’s focus was ...