But I can see the relief in her. That she’s finally come clean. And maybe the guys can’t instantly forgive her - but this is a start.
LEONORA
The corridor is quiet after the noise of the locker room.
Coach Calloway walks beside me for a few steps before speaking.
“David’s daughter…” he says, almost to himself. “I should have known.”
I glance at him.
“The Shaw surname should have been enough of a giveaway.” He speaks quietly. “I never met him. I only took over after he passed. But I heard a lot.”
We reach the end of the corridor. He stops.
Turns to face me properly.
“I knew enough about him to know he’d be proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
He nods once, like that part matters. Like it needed to be said.
“I wish things were different, Leonora,” he says. “I really do.”
I already know what’s coming.
“But they aren’t,” he adds. “And I have to look out for the team.”
I nod. Of course he does.
“I understand.”
“You can’t play on this team anymore,” he says gently. “I’m sorry.”
And that’s it - it’s done.
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry about how it’s all turned out.”
I nod again.
Because there’s nothing else to say.
I turn and walk down the corridor alone.
And suddenly it’s over.
29
LEONORA
It starts with Tara’s phone.
A vibration against the table that she doesn’t move to answer straight away.
The Giants won.
