DAXTON POV
3 months later
Henry had finally, completely recovered from his shoulder injury. A subluxation that had cost him three games on the bench—three games that had nearly driven him insane—but with therapy, training, and Maria’s stubborn love, he was back at full strength. Just in time for March Madness.
The engine hummed beneath us as the team bus rolled down the highway, heading straight for Columbus, Ohio. Our first stop in the madness that was March. It was the Round of 64, and we were set to play Colgate, a lower-seeded team with a dangerous three-point game. Everyone said it should be an easy win, but I didn’t buy that. March Madness had a way of humbling the cockiest teams. One bad game, one off night, and it was over. No second chances.
Henry was slumped beside me, on
