Noah

Wednesday morning started the same way the last few days had—me awake long before my alarm, staring at the ceiling like it had the answers I couldn’t find.

Sleep wasn’t happening. Not with everything that’d been running through my head since Tuesday.

Jessa and I had talked—really talked—for the first time since the game. It hadn’t fixed anything, not completely, but it had cracked something open inside me that I couldn’t shove back down.

The worst part was that ...