Chapter 12 · free to read
Selection day. Eleven names above the line. His was four lines below it, in a smaller point size, at the bottom.
Ninety-six for one. The Probables were not being tested. They were being flattered.
Fifty off thirty-one. She had promised him she would not be kind. She was being catastrophic.
Over thirteen, ball two. A hamstring went with a sound the front row could hear.
Artwork and narration generated with AI.