Date: June 27, 2021
Location: TD Garden, Boston
Event: NBA Finals Game 6 – Celtics Lead 3–2
9:11 AM – Boston, Kyle's ApartmentThe morning light filtered through half-closed blinds. The city felt hushed, like it knew tonight meant something.
Kyle sat quietly at his small kitchen table, staring at a framed photo — Nichola Campbell, his mother.
She was smiling in the picture, holding a tray of ackee and saltfish in the yard back home. That yard no longer existed. That smile... stolen in a robbery that took her life long before Kyle made it to the States, long before the world even knew his name.
He ran a thumb across the frame.
"You never got to see this," he whispered.
"But I made it, Mama."
His voice cracked, barely audible.
He looked down at his ankle — heavily taped. The trainers said no more than five minutes tonight. No sprinting. No high-impact movement. No dunks.
He didn't care.
"One minute, one shot, one moment. That's all I need."
