Caleb's POV

Saturday morning, and for the first time in weeks, I woke up without dreading practice.

My shoulder didn’t ache when I rolled out of bed. That alone felt like progress.

By the time I pulled into the facility, I could already feel it.

Something was different.

Not my shoulder.

Me.

Coach didn’t let me touch a ball for the first twenty minutes.

Conditioning. Footwork. More conditioning.

He’d become obsessed with watching how I moved before he cared about how I threw.

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