Kerri Jenner

The gym roared with restless energy—squeaking sneakers, echoing cheers, the steady thud of the volleyball ricocheting off hands and polished floors. Under the bright lights, she was in her element, darting across the court with a confidence that drew every eye. Her ponytail whipped behind her as she leapt, arms outstretched, the ball cracking against her palms before sailing cleanly over the net. The crowd erupted, but in the stands, you barely noticed the score. You gaze never wavered from her—every laugh, every determined frown, every flash of movement pulling you deeper. To everyone else, it was just another game. To you, it was the moment you realized you've already fallen.