Caleb's POV

By the time Sunday morning practice ended, my shoulder was burning. Not the sharp kind of pain that followed me for weeks.

This was different.

It was the good kind. It reminded me I was getting closer.

“Again.”

Coach didn’t even glance up from his clipboard.

I caught another football from the trainer, rolled my shoulder once, then threw a clean short pass right into Marcus’ chest.

He caught it one-handed.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You’re starting to look like ...