Mabel POV
I was curled up in the corner booth of the campus coffee shop, the one with the cracked vinyl seat that always stuck to the back of my thighs, when the headline slapped me across the face like a cheap insult. My iced latte sat sweating on the table, untouched, while my phone screen glowed with the latest sports blog post everyone was sharing.
Tristan Hale’s Lucky Charm: How One Girl is Changing the Game.
There was a photo of Juniper in that ridiculous oversized jersey, number 17 stretched across her chest like she’d earned it, standing in the tunnel with Tristan’s arms boxing her in. The caption called her “the calm in his storm,” “the spark behind his hat trick,” “Tristan’s lucky charm.”
Lucky charm? Juniper? Please.
I laughed once, sharp and bitter, the sound drifting thr
