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My almost-ex-best friend.
The man who nearly broke my jaw and then helped me put my heart back together.
He gives the sign.
Fastball high and tight.
I nod.
The batter steps in, tension radiating off him.
I inhale.
Exhale.
Amelia’s voice from months ago echoes in my head.
You’re the calm in your own storm. You just need to believe it.
I wind up.
Release.
The ball explodes from my hand.
Swing.
Miss.
Strike one.
The crowd roars.
Kamden tosses it back to me. No words. Just a nod.
Curveball.
I grin slightly.
He knows me.
I throw.
Swing.
Miss.
Strike two.
The stadium is on its feet now.
I glance once more toward the stands.
Amelia’s hands are clasped in front of her mouth.
Not scared.
Excited.
