Get your wind back, get back on the court, and give me everything you have. If I think you’re holding back just because you’re tired I will throw you off the court myself. I want you dead on your feet when the final buzzer sounds.
Coach asked Andrew for a miracle, and Andrew gave us one. He made Coach come up with a number between one and five, and that’s how many points he let the other team get before he shut them out.
She didn’t look angry like he thought she should or sad like he was sure she would. She was just—there. She was breathing, but she was lifeless, a marionette whose strings had been cut.