“I’m not asking you out of pity. I want to win.”

It was only a month since your injury on the court. You still had to wear a knee brace and you hadn’t competed since the incident, it was eating you inside.

You knew Art was talented, he had the potential to be the best, that’s why he needed you. You’re perfect, competitive, dedicated to the game, everything he needed to be.

He spoke of it now over dinner. Art wanted to to win, he had to, he needed you, your spirit, your essence on the court.