I didn’t answer.
Because I already knew I was too aware.
Of her.
Of him.
Of the space not being space anymore.
Coach stood up.
“Break,” he said. “Five minutes.”
Lights came up slightly.
Noise returned.
Movement.
Everything normal again.
Except nothing felt normal anymore.
Rowan finally shifted in her seat.
Just slightly.
Not turning.
But adjusting.
And that tiny movement hit harder than it should’ve.
Because it meant she was still here.
Still close.
Still in reach.
And I didn’t know why that mattered this much yet.
But it did.
Eighteen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
MASON
The break should’ve helped.
It didn’t.
Five minutes of noise and movement just made it worse because now everything had reset except the part in my head that refused to.
Rowan was still in the room.
Caleb still behind her.
