Timothy's POV

The Crimson Ridge Arena is smaller than ours, but the atmosphere is twice as electric. I pull my hood up and slide sunglasses on even though we're indoors. The last thing I need is someone recognizing me.

I'm three hours away from home, sitting in the nosebleed seats like some kind of stalker. But I couldn't stay away.

Penelope's team made it to the tournament semifinals, and the game is being broadcast on the local sports network. I could have watched from home like a normal ...