Allie Adams Let Me Try May 2026

Mia shrugged. “I’ve been practicing. You just never looked over.”

“Fine,” Allie said, tossing the ball underhand. It bounced once, then slapped into Mia’s palms. “Knock yourself out.” allie adams let me try

Allie glanced at the scoreboard. Down by four. Two minutes left. Her own hands felt heavy, foreign. She’d been gripping the ball too tight, thinking too hard about her father in the stands, about the college recruiter near the concession stand, about the ghost of her own reputation. Mia shrugged