Chapter 22 The Proving Ground

The locker room of Volley Cislago smelled of cold sweat, linoleum floor wax, and heavy sprays of icy-hot rub. It was a universe away from the climate-controlled luxury suites of Milan’s Serie A1 arenas, but as I pulled the blue and yellow jersey over my head, the rough fabric felt like armor.

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