Nadia POV
“Don’t read it out loud,” I said, and took the phone back before Cole could.
The story was already gone by the time I refreshed it — Ryder never left things up long enough to scroll back through — but the screenshots were everywhere, the way they always were now. A black screen, white text, no name attached. “Some people can’t handle losing.” Posted forty minutes ago, right around the time Cole’s second goal went in.
“That’s not about the game,” Cole said.
“No.” I locked the screen. “It’s not.”
The comments had started under three different accounts I followed, all asking the same question with different punctuation. “Is this about Nadia???”, “omg is this about NADIA”, “she’s literally moved on and he’s still??” My name, again, doing the thing it did now — detaching from me
