“You volunteered me,” he countered in a bitter tone.
Josie laughed, a little more naturally this time. “I know, I know. But the girls needed a coach, and you needed, well, you know. Peace and quiet. So it was perfect, because you were already here and coaching a team like this is a walk in the park.”
“What I need is coffee.”
I ignored that because… Peace and quiet? The girls? A team like this? Working with a female team was a change that excited me, I decided, but I was still missing something. “I… I don’t understand. Can we backtrack for an instant? Forget he’s here and interrupted us?”
Cameron grunted.
“I guess this is as good a time as any to give you the proper introduction to the team,” Josie told me. “The Warriors of Green Oak is—or maybe was—an institution around here,” she explained with a playful wink. “Back when my mom was young, we happened to have the only female soccer team in the area. At least, until most young people started fleeing to larger cities and it all kind of went… downhill. The team eventually died out and turned into a good memory. Mom is no longer with us, but Grandpa Moe has the best stories.” She patted my shoulder with a sad smile. “I’ll introduce you to him. He runs Cheap Moe’s and Outdoor Moe’s. And he used to own my café, too, formerly known as Moe’s Joint. He’ll love you. Anyway, I brought the team back to life last year. I decided to rename it the Green Warriors so it’d be easier to remember.”
This explained why Matthew had been reticent to tell me what he’d found about the team over the phone. It… It was a lot of information to chew on. The mayor of the town, a woman my own age in green dungarees with tiny daisies on them, had volunteered a lot of personal details in under a minute. And apparently the Green Warriors, formerly known as the Warriors of Green Oak, had been brought back to life only last year. “I… I think I have a few questions. Topics I’d like to clarify and discuss, ASAP if that’s okay.”
“I’ll show you the pictures,” she offered. “My mom kept all of them. And let me tell you, it’s a blast from the past.” She seemed to remember something. “Oh! I almost forgot the most exciting part: we’ll be representing our county in the Six Hills Little League!”
That made me pause. “Little league?”
An enthusiastic nod. “The Green Warriors were the best U10 team in the county last season, so we qualified for the Six Hills. Yay!”
All the blood seemed to leave my face. “U10?” I thought I whispered, but my ears were ringing, and I suddenly felt faint. Josie’s smile fell. “What do you…”
And before the question fully left me, we were being swarmed by kids. Children. Little girls. In colorful shorts and sneakers and ponytails that pointed in all directions and a tutu, shockingly enough. One of them held a soccer ball under her arm. And all of them looked, roughly, under the age of ten.
“Adalyn,” Josie’s voice made it through the haze of confusion and disbelief that was my head. “It is my pleasure to introduce you to the Green Warriors.”
I blinked at the team. The kids. As they blinked at me in return. “But my father…” I started, but all I could come up with was a jumbled mess of questions. “My father never—This is not—Why—They’re kids?”
Somehow, my eyes ended up on Cameron, who was looking at me like I was some puzzle he couldn’t figure out. Or as if I was about to sprout a second head. I wasn’t sure. It didn’t make sense. Nothing did. I—
“Juniper,” he called for one of the kids. “Can you please bring an ice pack for Adalyn?”
“I’ll do it!” someone exclaimed, and a blur of pigtails and messy black hair passed right by me.
“Thanks, María,” he grumbled under his breath, eyes still on me.
I should have probably complained. But I didn’t think I had the energy. As I stood in that spotty field of grass, I really was feeling at my lowest. I’d thought that assaulting my team’s mascot in a clear lapse of judgment had been rock bottom. Then, when I found out there was footage of it and the clip had gone viral, I was sure that had been the rock bottom under the rock bottom. But then, I’d been banished and sent away, only to realize I was stuck in some tiny and tacky hunting cottage in the middle of the mountains. And I’d thought, this is it. This is the real bottom.
I’d been wrong.
This was.