Elena’s pov
The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted. Caleb’s team won twenty-eight to twenty-four.
I jumped to my feet with everyone else, screaming, my throat raw and my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this alive in months.
Dalia, the woman who’d sat beside me all night, grabbed me in a hug like we’d known each other for years. “Oh my God, did you see that throw?”
I did see it.
Caleb launched the ball forty yards with seconds left on the clock. I saw the receiver catch it clean. And I was already screaming before my brain caught up with my body.
“Your man is incredible,” another woman said from the row behind us, leaning forward with a grin.
My man?
The words settled warmly in my chest.
The Jumbotron caught me three separate times during the game. Each time my face flashed a
