The stadium buzzed with the deafening energy of kickoff. Fans roared from the stands, waving flags, chanting team slogans, and stomping their feet. On the sidelines, staff rushed around, coordinating with the players on the pitch. Layla stood among the chaos, her gaze drifting over the field, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.
She tried to focus on her job, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyes kept darting toward the entrance tunnels, scanning the benches, searching the crowd—searching for him.
Where is Aaron?
Her stomach churned. She knew she shouldn’t care this much, not during such a critical moment. The players were already locked in the heat of battle, the sound of the ball thudding against boots echoing across the stadium. But her heart wouldn’t stop racing, not un
