Mag-log inCaleb's POVI moved my shoulder before I even opened my eyes properly.I was testing it, the way I had every morning since the injury, waiting for the familiar resistance or dull ache that usually reminded me how much further I still had to go.But there was nothing.Just my shoulder, moving the way it was supposed to.I sat up slowly, a smile already spreading across my face as I stared at the ceiling.Today was the day. I had spent weeks getting to this exact morning. Every training session. Every physio appointment. Every day of sitting on the sideline watching other people do what I was supposed to be doing.And now, finally, I was back.My shoulder felt good.The game was only a few hours away, and for the first time since the injury, I didn’t have a single doubt about whether my body was ready.I was genuinely, completely ready.There was nothing I was waiting to hear.I was playing today.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I reached for it and saw Elena’s name.Elena: You rea
Elena’s POVA few days had passed since I picked Caleb up after practice, and somehow, Sunday had arrived faster than I expected.Now I was sitting on Adrian’s private jet with Claire, Jenna and Adrian, somewhere over Europe, on our way to Rome for Caleb’s game.I looked across the cabin just in time to see Jenna pointing accusingly at Adrian.“I was sitting there first.”“You were standing,” Adrian said, completely settled into the seat she was pointing at, his legs stretched out, drink already in hand.“I put my bag there.”“A bag is not a person.”“Adrian…”“Jenna,” he said, in exactly the same tone.Claire was already laughing from the seat across from them.I sat down beside her and decided very quickly that I was not getting involved.The jet had been in the air for about forty minutes, and this argument had been going on for at least twenty of them, which was honestly impressive commitment from both sides.Outside the window, the clouds had long since replaced any view of Denve
Elena's POVBy Thursday afternoon, life had settled back into its usual rhythm.I was halfway back to Sterling when my phone buzzed on the passenger seat. It was Caleb.I answered through the car speaker."Hey.""Hey," he said. He sounded breathless. "What are you doing?""I’m heading back to Sterling. Just finished a meeting across town. Why?"There was a pause that lasted exactly one second too long."How far away are you?" he asked finally.I already knew that tone.“Why?""I need a ride from practice."I looked at the road ahead of me."Caleb…”"What?""You have a car.”"I know.”"So you don't need a ride."He paused another second, before saying sheepishly,"I asked nicely."I laughed despite myself."That is not an explanation.""Practice is almost over," he said. Then after the briefest pause, "You haven't seen me throw in a while."I smiled.There it was. "You could've just asked me to come watch practice.”"Where's the fun in that?" he said and I could hear the grin in his
Elena’s POVMonday had come too quickly.Yesterday’s game had ended without Caleb ever stepping onto the field.I had watched from home, knowing exactly what it meant when Jordan took the starting position and Caleb remained on the sideline.It hurt to watch.Because I knew how badly he wanted to prove that he was ready to get back out there.I spoke to him afterward and he insisted he was fine, and I didn’t push.He needed to process it.He had always been stubborn about disappointment. He would sit with it, turn it over in his head, get angry with himself for a while, and eventually find a way to move forward.If he needed me, he would call.At least, that was what I told myself.Still, my phone sat face-up beside my coffee as I stole a glance at it again.Nothing.I was just beginning to wonder whether I should text him when Claire reached across the table and stole a fry from my plate.“Earth to Elena” she said, completely unbothered by the fact that she was eating my food. “You w
Caleb's POVSaturday morning, and for the first time in weeks, I woke up without dreading practice.My shoulder didn’t ache when I rolled out of bed. That alone felt like progress.By the time I pulled into the facility, I could already feel it. Something was different.Not my shoulder.Me.Coach didn’t let me touch a ball for the first twenty minutes.Conditioning. Footwork. More conditioning.He’d become obsessed with watching how I moved before he cared about how I threw.A month ago, It would’ve annoyed me.Now, I understood why.Every cut. Every pivot. Every stop.He wanted to know if my body trusted itself again before my arm ever got involved.Finally, he tossed a ball.“Let’s see it.”I rolled the laces beneath my fingers, planted my feet and threw. The ball left my hand cleanly in a tight spiral. There was no hesitation and no pain. I barely even watched it reach the receiver.I already knew it was perfect.The second throw felt even better.By the third, something inside m
Elena’s POVThe maintenance supervisor was standing near Patricia’s desk when I arrived at the executive floor, still holding the thick folder I’d asked him to bring.He looked like he wasn't entirely sure he was supposed to be here.The moment he saw me, he straightened instinctively.“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,” I said, offering him a reassuring smile.He let out a slow breath.“I’ve never been to a board meeting before.”“You’re not here to impress them,” I said. “Just tell them what you told me.”He nodded once. Together, we walked toward the boardroom.The low conversations inside died the moment I pushed open the doors.Most of the board members were already seated, laptops open, coffee cups within reach, the familiar atmosphere of people expecting another routine meeting.Then they noticed the man walking in beside me.Confused glances moved around the table. One director frowned. Another quietly checked the meeting agenda in front of him as if making sure he
Elena's POV Maya's words had been stuck in my head for three days now, playing on repeat every time I tried to focus on anything else.It was Friday now and I sat at my desk, staring at my computer screen, the quarterly reports blurring together into meaningless numbers.My fingers drummed against
Elena's POV"Oh God, what time is it?"I looked up from the document I'd been staring at for the past two hours, and my stomach dropped when I noticed the light outside.Sunlight.Actual morning sunlight streaming through the office windows, illuminating the mess of papers scattered across my desk.
Elena's POV"You have exactly four minutes before the board meeting starts, and you haven't even looked at the agenda."I glanced up from my laptop to find my assistant, Patricia, standing in my doorway, hands on her hips, looking like she wanted to strangle me."I'm working on it," I lied, eyes al
Elena’s povI stormed out of the suite, vision blurry with tears. My body was shaking so badly I could barely walk straight.I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my lungs.I stumbled down the hallway toward the elevator and jabbed the button over and over like that wo







