DAXTON POV
The way back from Ohio had been difficult.
We should have been celebrating—another win under our belts, another step closer to the dream we’d fought so hard for. Instead, the entire trip had been tainted by those damn reporters, circling us like vultures, feeding off rumors and whispers.
I knew how the game worked. Being in the spotlight meant scrutiny. Speculation. But I couldn’t for the life of me fathom why our personal lives had become such a goddamn circus. Who the hell was feeding them information? Who was giving them just enough to keep the fire burning?
I clenched my jaw, staring out the tinted window of the team’s chartered bus as the world blurred past. We had a couple of hours left before we got home, and all I wanted was to see Maria—to make sure she was okay.
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