Katy started dragging me along with her back in high school so I could tell her what was happening, and I loved it. Even after she died and I was drowning myself in my own misery, I kept coming. He might not have seen me since that night at the cemetery, but I’ve been seeing him. Every game for the last two years—except for the twelve weeks I was in rehab—I’ve been right here, watching his heart sink with every shot, the light in his eyes fading more and more as time went on.
