Maria POV
Coach Daniels’ office was a disaster.
Papers were scattered across his desk, some crumpled, others stacked in haphazard piles. A whiteboard on the wall behind him was covered in game strategies, arrows crisscrossing in a way only a seasoned coach could decipher. Framed photos of past teams hung crookedly, some players grinning, others caught mid-action. The entire space smelled of old coffee, sweat, and the faintest hint of whatever air freshener was struggling to cover it all up. The chaos felt almost fitting—like it matched the disarray of my own thoughts.
He let out a frustrated sigh and gestured for me to sit across from him, dropping into his chair with a heavy thud. His desk was so cluttered that he barely had room to rest his elbows. I took my seat, folding my hands in
