Henry POV
The air in the gym was thick with the faint smell of sweat and the sharp tang of cleaning supplies, the kind of atmosphere you only noticed when practice was over, and the buzz of the game died down. Dax and I sat on the bleachers, our duffel bags by our feet. The court below was empty now, polished to a mirror-like shine by the custodians. The hum of fluorescent lights above us filled the silence.
I stretched out my legs, letting my shoulders sag against the hard bench. Dax sat next to me, scrolling through his phone, his face blank but his posture alert, like always. My twin could be scrolling memes or checking stock market trends; with Dax, you never knew.
We were waiting. That damn agent Coach had mentioned earlier was supposed to show up any minute, and I couldn’t sh
