Noah

I was sitting on the hood of my truck, tapping my fingers against the metal, my mind still miles away.

Jessa’s words kept replaying like a song I couldn’t turn off.

It was hard being in Jackson’s shadow… but harder being in yours.

Every time I thought about it, my stomach twisted. I hadn’t realized how deep the damage went. How much my silence had cost her.

The sound of shouting across the lot snapped me out of it. Players were trickling toward the locker room, ...