He nodded.
“You okay?” he asked. Not “Did you see my game?” Not “Tell Dylan I said sorry.” Sidelined- The QB and Me
Number 12. Marcus Thorne. Helmet on. Jaw set. Nobody expected Marcus to win. The local paper ran the headline: “Seasons End as QB Falls.” They’d already written the obituary for the team’s hopes. But Marcus didn’t read the paper. He ran the huddle like a librarian running a silent reading period—calm, precise, boring. He nodded