those roses. Then he looked away.
I saw him do it.
He had his hands clasped between his knees. He kept rubbing his thumb over the side of his first finger. A thing he does when he’s nervous.
“You okay?” I asked him.
“Fine,” he said.
The exact same flat voice Kaylee had used on Tuesday.
For one second, they sounded so much alike I almost laughed. Except nothing about it was funny.
The JV girls played the visitors from two towns over. They lost the first set. Then won
