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“That sounds paranoid.”

“It also sounds accurate,” she said.

I didn’t respond immediately.

Because I hated that she might be right.

My phone buzzed again.

Mason.

Mason:

Coach thinks I need to cut distractions completely.

I froze slightly.

Then replied:

Rowan:

And what did you say?

Three dots.

Long pause.

Mason:

I didn’t answer.

That was new.

Mason always answered.

Even when he shouldn’t.

MASON

Coach didn’t push it further after film.

That was unusual.

Instead, he just said:

“Think about what matters.”

Then left.

That sentence followed me home.

What matters.

Basketball.

NYC.

My future.