Jessa

The stadium lights blazed bright against the night sky, casting the field in a golden glow. The crowd’s energy was electric, every cheer and groan rolling through the stands like thunder. Our team was on fire tonight, Jackson leading the charge like he always did.

I couldn’t help but get swept up in it.

For once, I wasn’t just Jackson’s twin sister sitting quietly on the sidelines.

Tonight, I felt… part of it.

I was wearing the shirt Mariah made for me—Jackson’s ...