Chapter 186: Scouting Sedona
Sedona's POV
The ball left my racket at an angle I hadn't planned and was too late to correct at this point.
That was the thing about playing at this level again—your body remembered the things that your mind forgot and it takes a while before you can get used to it. The topspin came back first to me, about how it felt and looked like, then what came next to me was the footwork, then the reading of the court trying to predict the opponents moves and counter it before it is made.
The reading was what I hadn't expected to recover so quickly. It used to be my best quality, according to my old coach who had been training me when I was still a teenager .
*You see the geometry before the ball moves,* he used to say to me and I held it to heart. *Most players re
