Jessa

The stadium lights always made everything look unreal.

Too bright. Too sharp. Too much.

But tonight, standing in the packed Ridgeville stands with Mariah practically vibrating beside me, everything felt even louder. The kind of buzzing energy that makes your pulse flutter and your breath come short.

It didn’t help that every time Noah stepped on the field, my stomach flipped over like it was trying to do gymnastics it had no business attempting.

It also didn’t help that ...