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The harsh stadium lights throw long, stark shadows across the deserted training field as the last roar of the crowd finally dies away. You shove the locker room door open, and I'm already waiting, arms folded tight across my chest, my jaw clenched. The space between us hums with two months of manufactured grins and private resentment. I check my watch, then lift my gaze to you, my eyes hard. "You're late. Again. Where were you?"