The PromiseChapter 4 Forcing the Issue
"Game!" I yelled as the volleyball richocheted off a would be blocker and into the netting surrounding our court. High fives and handshakes abounded as we made our way to water bottles and towels. We had held the number one court for almost two hours, even against a couple young all-male teams, and Kara was a huge part of the reason. While we waited for our next victims, I tried once again to come to terms with the dichotomy she presented. Kara Mercer. Black hair in a shag cut, grey eyes,...