The following morning, I arrived at the training ground a few minutes early, my breath misting in the cool dawn air as I began to stretch and warm up. The fields lay quiet, the only sounds being the distant chirping of birds waking up to the day. As I continued my routine, I noticed that none of my teammates had arrived yet, the stillness lingering until the last possible moment.
Suddenly, I spotted a woman exerting herself to pull Emma along the path to the field. Emma stumbled slightly, her legs dragging as if weighed down by the remnants of sleep. Moments later, a man was doing the same with Olivia, his grip firm as he ushered her forward.
I stood there, a bemused observer, gazing at the scene unfolding before me. It was clear neither girl had the slightest inclination to attend a 6
