Chapter 15 · free to read
Ball six. Nine days, four hundred repetitions, one hairline crack, and a lie his whole body told in perfect unison.
He read the turn. He had read the turn all afternoon and been right every single time.
The twin. The one that does not turn. Bowled — through the gate of the best young batter in the state, in front of ten notebooks.
Everyone in the ground heard the stumps. Only he heard the other sound, which was smaller, and came from his own hand.
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