Cynthia POV.
“Welcome to the Arthur Ashe Stadium at Flushing Meadows, Corona Park in Queens, New York City.”
The pre-recorded welcome message boomed over the public address system as we set our feet on hallowed grounds. The Mecca of American Tennis. The battleground of some of the greatest players in the history of the sport. The place where history had been written and rewritten time and again by those player-warriors.
Flushing Meadows.
The venue of the last Grand Slam tennis tournament of the year. The US Open.
The day of reckoning had arrived. It was the first week of September, a good six months since I had bumped into Sinacore’s life. Or, rather, he bumped into mine. These past six months had gone by in a flash, upending both our lives with trials and tribulations, throwing challenges at us that seemed intimidating at best and insurmountable at worst.
But we survived through them all. We came out stronger.