Noah
Neither of us sleeps well that night, the email sitting heavy over everything, vague enough to fuel every anxious scenario we can imagine, specific enough to know it's serious. We arrive at the meeting the next morning dressed carefully, both of us quiet on the walk over, hands finding each other briefly before we step into the administrative building, a small anchor before whatever's waiting for us inside.
The boardroom's intimidating in a way the president's office never quite was, a long table full of trustees, athletic department officials, and a few faces I don't recognize, all of them turning to look at us the second we walk in. Coach Whitmore's there too, along with Coach Reyes, both of them offering small, reassuring nods as we take our seats.
"Thank you both for coming," s
