Chapter 39 : An Unexpected Intruder

Cynthia POV.

“He is playing like a man possessed.”

Brad opened his mouth for the first time since Sinacore double-faulted on his serve and gave Carlos the edge. But that was a thing of the past now. A forgotten memory. Gone in a flash. What unfolded before our eyes next would go down in tennis history as one of the greatest displays of human will and guts.

Sinacore indeed played like a man possessed. In fact, I suspected he was not playing at all. He was simply scorching his way through the fourth set like a wildfire gone out of control. Such was the fury of his strokes that the ball would disappear from my line of sight time and again after it came in contact with his racquet.