Bailey POV
"Bailey Morrison, right?" Coach Williams' voice cuts through the noise of the practice session.
I look up to find him standing there, his expression unreadable. He's not in his usual coaching gear.
He is dressed more formally, like he came here specifically for something other than practice.
"Coach Williams," I say quietly, unsure what else to say.
He sits down next to me without asking permission and I feel several pairs of eyes turn our way.
"I have to say, I am surprised to see you here," he begins, his tone carefully neutral. "Last I heard, you were with Orion Hayes. Now you're with Carter. That's quite a change." He notes.
My throat tightens. "People change their minds."
"Do they?" He looks at me directly now, and there's something searching in his gaze. "This kind
