“And back home, is there anyone there?” A tick of a smile begins to lift on her mouth, but she brings her water bottle up to her lips to hide it. “There is!” “No. No, it’s not like that. I’m just looking forward to getting back home. Cruz got traded to our local NBA team this year, but so did his childhood best friend. So, yeah, I’m looking forward to going home.” Wren doesn’t make eye contact with me as she says it, but I still see that little sparkle when she brings up Cruz’s friend.
