I'd never been more nervous in my life. I've probably said that already a few times during this story, but it was definitely true again. My leg was bouncing as I tried to control my breathing in the visitor's locker room.

I felt more than saw Mitch sit down next to me. "Cindy, hey."

I looked up at her, her blue eyes focused with competitive fire. "Hey."

"We got this. You and me, together. Right?"

"Yeah." I nodded, probably a little too fast.

"Good. What's on your shirt?"

"Huh?" My brow furrowed, not following. Mitch reached out and touched the embroidered letter on my top, just over my breasts.

"That....