Elena’s pov

The team jogged out onto the field, and my eyes went straight to him.

Caleb.

Even in the sea of jerseys, I found him first, the way I always did.

The stadium in Rome felt different from the ones back home.

I had been to two of his games before, both times sitting in the VIP section surrounded by the wives and girlfriends of his teammates.

But this felt bigger somehow.

The lights were sharper. The crowd seemed louder, their chants rolling through the stadium in waves, most ...