Tress sat down on the nearest bench, her hands gripping her knees as if anchoring herself. Her chest rose and fell, but it wasn't from the run. It was from the words still echoing in her ears.
For a second, she wondered if she had misheard.
Julian's eyes softened, like he could see straight into her doubt. "You didn't hear it wrong. I signed with an agent yesterday—right after the Crenshaw game."
Her lips parted, but no words came.
"He's already working to find me a team in Europe," Julian continued, his voice low but steady. "I don't know exactly when… but most likely after San Dimas."
The silence stretched between them, heavy but fragile.
Tress blinked, her voice finally breaking free. "That's… great. Really great. But…" Her gaze searched his. "You haven't told the others yet, have you?"
