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A Dangerous Win
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2025-09-18 06:22:31
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Crossing the line Falling into Place
Ava’s POVThe newsroom was unnervingly quiet for a Monday morning. Phones still rang, keys still clicked, but something about the air felt different—like people had inhaled at once and were waiting to see what would happen next. My piece—the feature on Ethan—wasn’t just buried on the sports page. It was everywhere. On the front page of the print edition, splashed across the website’s banner, clipped and shared on social media faster than I could refresh.And my name was under the byline.Not “daughter of.” Not “intern.” Not “shadow of the editor-in-chief.” My name.Maya didn’t call me into her office right away. She let me sit at my desk for almost an hour, long enough to feel every glance, every whisper. Some people gave me nods of quiet respect. Others avoided my eyes, probably wondering if I had signed my own resignation letter.Finally, her door opened. “Ava. Inside.”I rose, my legs stiff, notebook clutched in my hand like a shield.Maya shut the door behind us and leaned against
Crossing the line Father's Reckoning
Coach Reynolds’ POV Newspapers age fast in this business, but some mornings the paper on my kitchen table felt like an indictment. I was supposed to be down at the gym by sunrise, watching film, setting drills, running plays. Instead I found myself still sitting at the table, the sports section spread before me like a thing I’d been warned about but had refused to see. I’d been told last night — a call from the station, voice clipped and professional: Your daughter filed something. You’ll want to see it. That phrasing had the courtesy of a grenade with the pin removed. I wasn’t going to show weakness by caring. I took my coffee and read anyway. The headline sat bold and brazen: More Than the Game: The Man Behind Ethan Cole. By Ava Reynolds. I rest my palm on the page and let the room narrow to ink. I have coached enough players and weathered enough seasons to expect certain patterns — the way a story can ruin a program if it’s turned the wrong way, the calls you get before the le
Crossing the line The Last Chance
Ava’s POVI hadn’t been back to the newsroom since the game. Not really. I’d stepped in, dropped my bag on my desk, and sat in front of the glowing screen like it was a firing squad. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, useless, trembling, while the cursor blinked in steady accusation.I was supposed to be working on a follow-up — a sharp recap about Ethan’s collapse, the aftermath, the team’s official line about “old injuries flaring up.” The kind of clinical piece that distanced emotion from fact. The kind of thing my father would nod at, perfunctory approval hiding the truth of what he really thought: at least she didn’t screw it up.But every time I started typing, I saw Ethan’s face in that hospital bed. His pale skin, the stubborn attempt at humor when he whispered, Told you I’d finish the game. The way his hand searched for mine, weak but steady.I couldn’t write the piece they wanted. Not this time.Instead, my notes had sprawled into chaos — scribbled fragments in margins, w
Crossing the line Tyler's Choice
Ethan’s POVThe hospital room was too still. Too white. Even with the steady beep of the monitor and the faint shuffle of nurses outside, it felt like the world had stopped in this square of sterile walls. My body ached, heavy with exhaustion, but my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the court lights blurring above me, the sound of sneakers screeching as I went down, the terror in Ava’s voice cutting through the chaos.I shouldn’t have let it get this far.The thought looped like a punishment: if I had listened to my body, if I had pulled back before it gave out, I wouldn’t be lying here, tethered to machines while everyone else hovered on the other side of this thin wooden door. And more than that — Ava wouldn’t be in the middle of it.She had been here, sitting beside me, her hand folded in mine like it belonged there. I could still feel the trace of her warmth. I’d asked her not to leave, and for that fragile heartbeat, it had been enough. But after she left
Crossing the line Breaking Silence
Ethan’s POVThe siren wailed overhead, a sharp, punishing sound that split through the haze clouding my mind. My chest burned with each shallow drag of air. I wanted to sit up, to rip the mask from my face, to tell everyone I was fine, but my body refused me.“Stay with me, man.”Tyler’s voice cut through, low but steady, his hand gripping mine so hard it almost hurt. My kid brother — except he wasn’t a kid anymore. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on me like he could drag me back from the edge with sheer will.I wanted to tell him I wasn’t going anywhere. That I’d fought through worse pain. But when I opened my mouth, only a weak rasp came out, swallowed by the oxygen mask. His grip tightened, as if he heard me anyway.The paramedic’s hands moved fast — straps, vitals, a needle sliding into the crook of my arm. I hated the helplessness of it, hated the way they looked at me like a broken machine they weren’t sure they could fix.My gaze slid back to Tyler. He hadn’t looked away once.
Crossing the line A Dangerous Win
Ava’s POV The noise of the crowd was a living thing — loud, chaotic, overwhelming — but in the middle of it, I only saw him. Ethan, flat on the hardwood, his body unnaturally still, the victory that had belonged to him seconds ago already eclipsed by fear. “Ethan!” My voice tore from me, raw, but it was swallowed by the roar of panic around us. The trainers rushed in, whistles shrieking, clearing space. But Tyler got there first, pushing through teammates and dropping hard to his knees. “Stay with me, man,” he demanded, voice breaking but steady. He caught Ethan’s hand in his, gripping it like an anchor. “Don’t you quit on me. Not now.” Ethan’s chest rose shallowly, too slow, too uneven. My own breath seemed to match it, jagged and broken. “Get the stretcher!” one of the trainers barked. The next seconds blurred — straps securing, oxygen mask lowering, hands lifting his body from the court where he had fallen like a warrior cut down. Tyler climbed right into the ambulance, his
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