KYLE WILSON
The silence in the Brookline house was a new kind of quiet. It wasn't the tense silence of Kaleb's struggle, nor the empty silence of a season ended. This was a peaceful, contemplative quiet, filled with the soft morning light and the faint scent of Arianna's coffee. For the first time in over a year, Kyle Wilson had nowhere he needed to be. No practice to run, no game plan to devise, no bus to catch.
He sat at the kitchen island, his laptop open. On the screen was an email from Brad Stevens. The subject line was simple: Next Steps. The body of the email was a masterclass in professional courtesy and intriguing ambiguity. It praised his "transformative work" in Maine, his "innovative offensive system," and the "undeniable culture of player development" he had fostered. Then came the pivot.
