The game had been over for almost twenty minutes when Harper finally made her way down from the bleachers. Most of the students had already left, dragging blankets and half-empty bottles of water behind them, while the football players gathered near the locker room entrance in various stages of exhaustion. The field looked different without everyone shouting. A few parents stood around talking, and the lights above the stadium had begun to make the grass look almost silver where the players had worn it down.
Luca was still there.
He had taken off his helmet and was standing with two of his teammates near the sideline, listening to them argue about a play from the second quarter. His jersey was grass stained at one shoulder, and there was a thin red mark along his cheekbone. He looked tir
