This night was supposed to be perfect. I planned it all out in my head: Evan would see me at the game. He’d remember Chicago. He’d come over at the party, pull me aside, and finally admit what we both knew, that we had something real. But instead? He ignored me. Not just ignored, avoided me. Like I was some random fan instead of the girl he connected with. Instead of the girl who’s supposed to be by his side.
And then his mother, his mother, brushed me off like I was nothing. She hugged Lena. She hugged that little girl. She didn’t even look at me twice.
I stand near the drink table, fingers clenched around a plastic cup, watching Lena laugh with Evan’s mom, with the girls, with Emma. Watching Evan drift back toward them like he belongs there.
Like she belongs there. My jaw tightens. Th
