Maya stood outside the locker room door, hand hovering over the handle. Inside, she could hear voices. The whole team, gathered for the meeting Dean Thorne had mandated.
Face them. Tell them the truth. Accept whatever they decide.
Her new security detail, a stern-faced woman named Agent Torres, stood a few feet away. "You don't have to do this alone. I can come in with you."
"No." Maya's voice was steadier than she felt. "This is something I need to do myself."
She pushed open the door.
The conversation died instantly. Every head turned. Twenty pairs of eyes locked on her, and Maya felt the weight of their stares like physical blows.
Tank sat on the bench closest to the door, arms crossed. Marcus and Tyler flanked him. Sam was by his locker, face carefully neutral. The rest of the team spread out across the room, forming a semicircle that felt more like a firing squad.
