Aurora’s P.O.V

The air is thick with the scent of fresh grass and the distant tang of sweat, the usual atmosphere of a high school football game. The roar of the small crowd gathered at the field to watch the team is almost deafening, yet it fades into a dull hum in my ears as I sit at the back of the bleachers, my legs tucked up, arms wrapped loosely around my knees.

I shouldn’t be here. I know that. And yet, here I am, watching him. Caleb. The golden boy. The one who knows ...