Sharon’s POV

I watched Derrick from across the baseball field, my arms folded over my chest as I leaned against the metal bleachers. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, making the scene look almost picturesque. Derrick was speaking to Chloris again. Her blond hair shimmered under the sunlight, her posture perfect as she stood with one hand on her hip, her face fixed in an expression of something between annoyance and fake ...