دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دنیای من در دستان تو”

Home, sweet home. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. I drag my suitcase down the hallway, searching for any sign that might tell me where the hell Coach Whitaker’s office is. The GPS abandoned me in the parking lot, and the campus map they emailed looks designed by someone who genuinely hates new arrivals. “Lost?” I turn. A woman in her late forties watches me from a doorway, arms crossed, wearing the expression of someone who’s been waiting a while and isn’t pleased about it. “I’m looking for Coach Whitaker.” “Found her,” she says without moving an inch. “Alba Vásquez, right? The new PT.” Whitaker looks me up and down with the same focus I imagine she uses on players during practice. I have to fight the urge to straighten my back or fix my hair. I survived years of grad school, a PhD, and a canceled wedding. I can handle a basketball coach. “Come on, I’ll show you the facilities before practice starts,” she says. Still no smile. She doesn’t wait for me to answer. She turns and walks, and I leave my suitcase against the wall and follow her like a lost puppy. The university’s sports complex is bigger than I expected. Whitaker guides me through a maze of hallways that smell faintly of sweat, pointing at doors and rattling off information at full speed.