“It does,” she said simply. “You just don’t like it.”
My phone buzzed again.
Mason.
Mason:
I don’t like it either.
I froze slightly.
Then read it again.
He didn’t like it either.
That mattered more than it should’ve.
Because it meant I wasn’t imagining the shift.
It was mutual.
MASON
Luca called me after I got home.
Which was rare.
“You’re not answering Coach,” he said immediately.
“I will.”
“No you won’t.”
I didn’t argue.
Because I hadn’t.
Silence on the line for a second.
Then Luca said something softer.
“You’re not falling apart.”
I frowned. “Coach said that too.”
“Yeah,” Luca replied. “But you’re not listening to him either.”
I leaned back against my bed.
“Then what am I doing?”
Luca didn’t answer immediately.
Then:
“You’re transitioning.”
“Into what?”
