Chapter 249. Centre Court.
SEDONA
The draw had put us in the same venue on the same afternoon. Maria, with her usual flatness, called it "an interesting scheduling coincidence," making it clear she didn't believe in coincidences, just like the rest of us.
Catherine's invitational match was on Court 3. Mine was on Centre Court, forty minutes later. The two draws ran in parallel through the same Saturday, like two rivers flowing through the same valley without touching.
I didn't think about her court while I warmed up.
I thought about Nick.
He was somewhere in the crowd. Logan's access arrangement, carefully negotiated and deliberately structured by Adaeze in a way that gave Nick the choice rather than dictating it for him, had worked out so that today, for the first time in his entire
