©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 15 – Semifinal Heat
Next chapter:
Chapter 17 – The Final Whistle (Part 2)
PREVIEW
... Not a bird, not a breeze. Just the slow hum of the city beyond the hotel window, distant and unreachable. Thiago sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against the door, a phone pressed to his ear.
"Clara’s waiting," his mother said gently. "She’s set the living room up like a stadium. Little paper banners. Your name on everything."
"Did she leave room for João?"
"She tore his name off after that penalty he missed last year."
Thiago laughed—genuine, soft.
...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE