After the game—a win, because Mia hit another two from the corner in the final thirty seconds—Allie caught up with her in the tunnel.

The gym went quiet. Not the respectful quiet of a close game—the curious, sideways quiet of a dare.

First shot: Swish. The net barely moved.

Allie Adams stood frozen near the sideline. Her mouth opened, then closed. She felt something strange—not jealousy, not anger. Something sharper and sweeter. Relief.

The buzzer for the next quarter hadn’t sounded yet, but the air had already shifted. Coaches clipboard-tapped. Parents murmured. And from the edge of the bleachers, a voice cut through—small, almost polite, but unmissable.

Mia stopped, unzipping her warm-up for the first time all night. “Yeah?”

Allie Adams Let Me Try __top__ -

After the game—a win, because Mia hit another two from the corner in the final thirty seconds—Allie caught up with her in the tunnel.

The gym went quiet. Not the respectful quiet of a close game—the curious, sideways quiet of a dare. allie adams let me try

First shot: Swish. The net barely moved. After the game—a win, because Mia hit another

Allie Adams stood frozen near the sideline. Her mouth opened, then closed. She felt something strange—not jealousy, not anger. Something sharper and sweeter. Relief. After the game—a win

The buzzer for the next quarter hadn’t sounded yet, but the air had already shifted. Coaches clipboard-tapped. Parents murmured. And from the edge of the bleachers, a voice cut through—small, almost polite, but unmissable.

Mia stopped, unzipping her warm-up for the first time all night. “Yeah?”