Jessa

Monday morning felt… different.

Not in a fireworks, everything-is-magical kind of way. More like the air had shifted just enough that I noticed it when I stepped outside.

The sky was gray-blue and cool, fall hanging heavy in the air. I pulled my jacket a little tighter around myself while I waited for Mariah’s car, my stomach doing that annoying mix of fluttery and nervous it had apparently decided was my new personality.

Homecoming was over.

The game was ...