Nadia POV
"is that you in those photos with Merritt"
Seven words, no punctuation, no capital letters. Finn texted the way he played hockey—with maximum impact and zero patience for the formalities.
I had been looking at it for forty-three minutes. The photo had run on three sports blogs by nine that morning. One called it "a thaw in the Calloway-Holt affair," another used the headline "Titans captain gets personal at charity gala," and the third, which had the most reach and the worst taste, had captioned the photo itself.
In the photo, I was mid-laugh. Cole was mid-laugh. We were half-turned toward each other at an angle the photographer must have worked for, because it looked like the world behind us had blurred and only that space between us remained in focus.
I had looked at it si
