A pause. She watched him think watched his memory work backward through the noise and the crowd and the winning night to the specific geography of who had been where.
“I don’t” He stopped. Something moved across his face. “Amara.”
“Amara brought me to the game,” Zara said, carefully. “She was standing right next to me when you saw me. She would have been there the whole time.”
They sat with that for a moment. Neither of them said the next thing, the thing the sentence was pointing at because saying it was a different kind of step, and neither of them was ready to take it yet, and maybe that was right. Maybe it needed to be a slow arrival rather than a leap.
Noah reached over without saying anything and put his hand over hers on the notebook, warm and steady, and she turned her hand ove
