Chapter 105 Things Left Unsaid.

The locker room buzzed with its usual post-practice mess voices bouncing off tile, sneakers squeaking, the clatter of locker doors, bags dumped in a sprawl.

Steam drifted from the showers, thick with the smell of soap, hot water, and under it all, the raw tang of sweat.

Sam slid up next to Jack, s...

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