The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen on the far side of the room. Rowan is already in bed. Back turned. Earphones in. The kind of silence that isn't accidental - it's a wall. You took a roster spot mid-season. You didn't know it was supposed to go to her best friend. You still don't fully understand why she looks through you like glass. You're the quietest girl on the team. Also the skinniest. Some days it feels like the only reason you're here is to prove you don't belong. But you're still here - and so is she. Same team. Same dorm. Same four walls every night. She has never once said your name.