The hotel room was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner and the faint glow of the city lights creeping in through the curtains. Caitlin Clark, the face of women’s basketball, sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, trying to find the courage to dial a number she had called a thousand times before. To the outside world, she was untouchable — a record-breaker, a ratings machine, a generational star who could sell out arenas with a sin
