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"We're putting you in the front row, Olivia," the coach explained, his voice optimistic. Olivia was the team’s setter, the maestro of the attack. Front row? That meant she had to block, hit, and be close to the net. She preferred to stay at the back, away from the chaos.

Olivia's smile felt forced. She felt her face burn with suppressed emotions. Her hands began to tremble slightly. The coach's words grated on her.

In the next match, she felt exposed and vulnerable. Her blocks were late, her hits weak. She missed setting opportunities. She felt a deep sense of vulnerability.