The wind whips my hair around my face, getting caught in my mouth, but I don’t care. I’m suddenly transported back to bus rides to debate tournaments when Finn and I would pass the time by playing round after round of truth or dare. I glance over at him, trying to reconcile this version of Finn with the kid I met in middle school—shy, and sweet, but with a biting wit that could surprise you. The breeze ruffles the sleeve of his shirt, and for a moment, I can almost see him—and not this semi-stranger that Finn has become.
