I’ve covered press rooms quieter than a Rafe Torres conference.
England’s captain doesn’t do interviews. Doesn’t do personal questions. And he definitely doesn’t do whatever this is — the two of us on a rooftop above New York, the whole city lit up below us, nowhere left to pretend.
I was sent to land the exclusive. The career-making story.
I found something else.
He doesn’t trust journalists. I don’t cross professional lines. We’re exactly where neither of us is supposed to be.
Except we’ve already crossed every one.
Now there’s a secret I was never meant to hear — one that could end his tournament, break my career wide open, and cost me the one thing I didn’t plan for.
The story. Or him.
I can’t have both.
