There was a big commotion during the half-time show and Cronan nudged me. “Isn’t that your brother?” he wondered, amused.
There was a redhead hugging Theo at the edge of the field, large signs asking him to go to homecoming.
I’d seen a couple of these online before—prom-posals or whatever—but never one so public and so . . . involved. Confused, my eyes searched for Phil anywhere nearby and wondered if maybe this was the reason he wasn’t there.
My brother . . . he’d said that Phil was different.
It seemed like he was attached to him.
But here he was hugging on some redheaded cheerleader, smiling away.
“Poor Phil,” Cronan muttered, mirroring my thoughts.
I sighed, going back to resting against him.
I guess both Blackwell siblings are destined for tra
