Finn actually turned up to our next training session, and sat in the stands with a big grin on his face. I was so rattled that I trained really badly – so badly that Justine pulled me from the court to give me a pep talk. ‘Edie, what’s going on? You’re a million miles away,’ said Justine. ‘Sorry, I’m just tired,’ I said. ‘The only way to get through tiredness is to train harder, okay?’ I nodded. What I really needed was to train without Finn watching, and to rest my feet long enough for my blisters to heal. But I knew there was no point telling Justine that. As we finished training, Tess gave me a hug. ‘Are you okay? You’re really flat tonight. Your passes are off, and you haven’t even been shooting very well,’ she said, concerned. I shrugged, glad she hadn’t connected it to Finn’s presence. ‘I’m just sore. My legs hurt and I need a few days off.’ Tess laughed. ‘We’re playing state now, Edie. You don’t get days off!’ ‘Don’t remind me!’ I said, groaning.
