Jackson

The locker room didn’t sound like a locker room.

No trash talk. No music. No laughter.

Just the sound of metal lockers clanking shut and the low shuffle of cleats on tile.

Everyone knew what was coming.

Coach had seen the videos. The fight, the party, Daniel running his mouth online.

And of course — the one of my sister, Jessa, kneeing him so hard he folded like a lawn chair.

It was everywhere. TikTok, school chat threads, even the local gossip pages.

And now, we ...