Elena’s pov

The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted. Caleb’s team won twenty-eight to twenty-four.

I jumped to my feet with everyone else, screaming, my throat raw and my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this alive in months.

Dalia, the woman who’d sat beside me all night, grabbed me in a hug like we’d known each other for years. “Oh my God, did you see that throw?”

I did see it.

Caleb launched the ball forty yards with seconds left on the clock. I saw the receiver catch it ...