Chapter 247. Whether to Play.
DANTE
The decision was supposed to be simple. It either heals or doesn't heal fast enough. Whether the match was played or not...... Ten days out from the quarterfinal I'd been working toward since Maria first watched me coach Sedona through a forehand in a Seattle facility, the math should have been straightforward.
It wasn't... What we expected. My ribs were healing well. The doctor said so at the follow-up, pressing along the bruised line with careful fingers, satisfied with the progress. The stitches in my forearm would come out in three more days. The concussion symptoms had cleared faster than expected, no more dizziness, the headaches were gone, and my reflexes were testing normal in every drill the physio had run me through.
My body was ready, or c
