They moved before he’d even finished the nod.
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I shoved forward, my shoulder catching someone’s elbow, my eyes locked on Steven’s back as he climbed the stage steps. He paused at the top and glanced back into the crowd, just once, his chin lifting toward two boys near the edge of the dance floor. They moved before he’d even finished the nod.
“Move, please, move.”
Two of his teammates stepped into my path, their hands raised, gentle but firm.
“Ma’am, please.”
“Get out of my way.”
“He told us to watch for you,” the taller one said quickly. “Just wait. Please. Trust him for one minute.”
“Trust him? To do what? Break my daughter’s heart? Turn her into a joke in front of everyone?”
He looked me in the eye. “Please. Wait.”
Then he pushed the flash drive into the laptop.
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I thought of Rosie at the kitchen table three weeks ago, with the invitation in her hand.
