Chapter 3: Sasha... No More

It took all she can muster. As Zia fumbled around with her mouse, she remembered the happy times - how she drafted him in the 17th and final round. Back then, she was brimming with hopefulness on the upcoming season. "He'll play well," she thought. "This will be his breakout year."

Click

As the sound broke and bounced around the walls, the effect of it reverberated around Zia's head. Like the treacherous tremble of a tolling train, the screech of the click gave her a slight headache.

"It was for the best," she thought. "It's better this way."

With sadness and trepidation, Zia looked at her computer screen.



"We'll always have the Staples Center."