Chapter 55 The Price Of Trust

• Piper
• My doll is perched on the desk in front of me, her painted eyes staring blankly ahead. To my left, Zoe sits stiffly, her arms crossed and her expression guarded. On my right, Anna fidgets nervously, her hands twisting in her lap. The tension between them has been simmering all morning, and I feel awkward, trapped in the middle of whatever unspoken conflict is brewing.
• The sound of purposeful footsteps draws my attention. A tall man strides into the room, his movements brisk and commanding. He’s the first male coach we’ve had, and his name tag reads Coach Vance. He’s impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his sharp eyes scanning the room with an intensity that makes me sit up straighter.