Page 243 of Bad Prince
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“Yeah.”
Short.
Controlled.
“She okay?”
“I don’t know.”
And that’s the part that hits.
Because I should.
I take a bite.
Don’t taste it.
“She’ll be fine,” Isa says.
“Yeah.”
But I don’t sound convinced.
Because Stella fine isn’t Stella okay.
“You’re thinking about her,” Isa says.
Not accusing.
Just… calling it.
I lean back, run a hand through my hair.
“Coach doesn’t pull people for nothing.”
“Burnout happens.”
Not like that.
Not to her.
I glance at her boot.
“You good?”
She shrugs. “I’ll live.”
A small smile.
“I’ve had worse.”
Around us, the noise builds again.
Eyes.
Whispers.
Stories being written in real time.
