Liam's POVI picked her out before she had even reached the side path.The grey beanie. The hood up over it. Hands jammed into the pockets of the hoodie. She was walking the way she walked when she was trying to make herself smaller, head a little down, shoulders pulled in, none of the usual squared-up posture I had got used to seeing on her on a normal morning. I knew it was her by the walk before I knew it was her by the face.Coach blew the whistle for the next set and I jogged into position without taking my eyes off the path.She passed the edge of the field. She looked up but didn't acknowledge that she saw me. She turned and continued walking towards the building entrance. I kept watching for the small turn of her head that would tell me she had seen me, and it did not come, and then she was past the field and onto the side path that led to the sports building, and I got back into the drill because the alternative was to stand on the pitch in front of my coach with my mouth ope
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