Jack’s POV
The training session was grueling, but I needed it. Sweat poured down my face as I worked through the drills, pushing harder than I needed to. My teammates joked and laughed as the practice wrapped up, but I couldn’t join them. My head wasn’t in the game—it hadn’t been since I came back to this town.
“Good session, Captain,” one of the younger players said, clapping me on the shoulder.
“Yeah,” I replied absently, forcing a nod. I grabbed my water bottle and towel, trying to shake off the thoughts that had been gnawing at me for days.
I stayed behind as the others left the field, watching the goalposts as if they held answers. But they didn’t. Nothing did. Not the drills, not the games, not the routine. The past few days had been a storm of questions, of memories I’d buried,
