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Chapter 60: What Jax Told Torres

Author: Luna Hart
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 04:00:36

He was in the equipment room at the back of the building, alone with a tablet and the footage from the game. Most of the staff had cleared out. The afternoon had the specific quality of a post-win evening settling toward night, the building winding down around its own satisfaction.

He looked up when I came in. He read my face the way he always read my face, which was immediately and accurately.

"Torres," he said.

"You told him he'd wear a letter next season," I said.

"Yes."

"You didn't tell me.
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