Chapter 235. The First Match
SEDONA
The ball left my racket, and I knew, before it landed, that I'd hit it correctly.
This was the first thing I remembered from eleven years ago that came back exactly as it had been. I had forgotten this feeling existed. I had spent eleven years without it and then, in the first game of the first set of my first competitive match in over a decade, it returned in full, unaltered, like it had been waiting.
I won the first set six-three. But the second set was different. My body, eleven years older than the last time it had done this, started telling me things my mind didn't want to hear. The legs first, a heaviness in the fourth game that hadn't been there in the first. Then the specific fatigue that came from a body recovering from years of illness asks
