ADRIAN

Something was wrong with Zion. I’ve been watching him for weeks now. It wasn’t just the limp I caught during sparring drills, or the way his hand ghosted over his back when he thought no one was looking. He moved just a little slower than usual. HIs blocks were still sharp, precise, but his steps faltered. Still, he pushed harder than anyone else. No complaints, no excuses.

Every time I tried to corner him, between classes, after practice, walking back from the mess ...