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I subtly pushed the gurney forward. “No!” “Stop!” Serena and Quinn cried out simultaneously. “Sophia, listen to me. Wheel him out, and I’ll agree to whatever you want!” Serena pleaded, her voice strained as she bit her lip. “Mom, I’ve spent so many years with Lannister. I know him best. Let him leave peacefully now. I can’t bear it either, but we can turn his ashes into a ring or necklace and keep him close as if he’s still with us.” I shook my head, pretending to look at Lannister with a sorrowful gaze.

Sinclair drop Brenda off this morning? Brenda's face swung between red and ghostly pale as the whispers spread like wildfire. She fumbled with her phone, trying to call David. No matter how many times she dialed, the line stayed dead. The murmurs only grew louder, and tears started to spill from her eyes. I didn't feel an ounce of pity. Not after what they'd done to me in my previous life. Instead, I leaned in, twisting the knife. "Can't get through to Daddy? Maybe try Mommy." I let my smirk widen. "Oh, right. She just got fired—and slapped a few times. I'm sure she has a moment to pick up."

"I—I saw them. The men who want to take me. They were here. They were inside the cabin." "Hey, hey," I said again, my hand steady on her arm feeling her softness. "It's just a dream, baby. You're safe now, I promise. No one can find us here. And even if they do, I would die first before they can lay a finger on you."

"Here you go—Dreams." "That's where you moonlight, right?" asked Natalie. She didn't know much about websites, but Dreams looked sleek and high-profile. Nothing like the banner ads she'd seen on the internet for escort services. "Yeah, it's a great place. The pay's good too!" Emily sipped her cocktail and allowed her eyes to feast on a guy with shoulder-length dreadlocks—a true definition of tall, dark and handsome—as he made his way to the dartboard with his crew. Natalie laughed at the ridiculousness of the site's name and her friend's undeniable interest in the tall stranger.

Just enough to get the words out. “I used to dream about the NFL,” I whispered. “Since I was eight. Dad would record games on VHS because we couldn’t afford cable. I’d watch the quarterbacks—Favre, Manning, Brady—and think, ‘That’s gonna be me.’ I’d practice routes in the backyard until the streetlights came on. Mom would yell from the porch that dinner was cold. I didn’t care. I had a dream.” Eli’s breathing stayed steady. I kept going.

“Name’s Richard Thomason. I’m with the NBA though my team is the Eagles.” My pulse jumped. THE Eagles. “The Eagles?” I echoed, still not able to believe it. He nodded. “Biggest team in the league. You’re on our list.” He said with a million dollar smile then continued, “We’ve had eyes on you for a while. But tonight?” He smiled. “You proved something else. How would you like to go pro?” My throat went dry. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. “Think about it,” he said, handing me a card. “We’ll be in touch. But I can tell you now, you’ve got the heart of a champion.”

Mark was puzzled, so he asked curiously, “You know him?” “My brother and dad love watching the NBA. I’ve watched it with them a few times, so there are only a few players that I know. That one, is Dwayne Wade.” She pointed with her slender fingers. He hugged her and said, “Hmm, you know quite a lot too…” Summer became energized, “Can we get their signatures after the match?” “You want them?” he asked. “I’m giving them to my dad and brother. They love the basketball superstars,” She answered naturally.

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in. I'm only the star because you allow me to be, you know." Trent's smile faded slightly, his gaze drifting towards the house where the faint sounds of raised voices could be heard. "I don't know, Dames. Dad's been on my case about basketball lately. Says it's a waste of time. And It's the only thing that's ever made me feel...free, you know? Like I can just forget everything else and focus on the game." "Then don't give it up, man," Damien urged, gripping Trent's shoulder. "Your dad may be tough, but you can't let him take this away from you. It's your dream, not his."

Not directly. Because I knew. The playoffs were happening the same week. His team was fighting for a spot in the finals. There was a game on graduation day. An important one. He hadn't said he couldn't come. But he hadn't said he could either. And I understood. I really did. Todd's dream had always been the NBA. He had worked for it his whole life. Missing a playoff game wasn't just missing a game—it was letting down his teammates, his coaches, his fans. It was risking everything he had built.

The word hit him harder than expected. Basketball. For a second, everything else faded. The court. The sound of sneakers against polished floors. The way his heart used to race, not out of fear, but excitement. The dream he used to talk about like it was already real. The NBA. He had told her everything back then. And now… Now it felt like something that belonged to a different person. Lance swallowed, looking away. He didn’t know how to answer that. Ylva stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his face like she could pull the truth out of him if she stared long enough.