Ethan
I don't even know yet when Noah shows me the alert, his hand trembling slightly as he passes me the phone, and I read my own name on the national development team roster three times before it actually sinks in.
"They picked me," I say, disbelief and excitement warring with something heavier the second I register what it actually means. "I got selected."
"You got selected," Noah repeats, and I can hear him trying to sound purely happy for me, trying to bury whatever else is sitting underneath the excitement in his voice.
"This is huge. This is the kind of thing that could actually change everything, scouting-wise, professionally." I set the phone down, my mind racing through the implications, the training camp, the exposure, everything I've worked toward since I was six years old
