CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

SANDRO DAVALO

She is wild! She's a baddie!

At halftime during the inter-college rugby game, I looked up into the stands, hoping to find Nadia among the crowd. My heart sank as I scanned the faces, realizing she wasn't there anymore. Just moments earlier, I had been riding high on adrenaline—our team was playing well, and I was in a good groove. She had even smiled at me at some point during the game. Now, the thought of her absence pulled at the pit of my stomach, replacing my excitement with a growing sense of dread.

Why did she suddenly leave so early? I had hoped that playing...