Exhaling slowly, I let my head fall back against the headrest and gather my thoughts momentarily. Finally, after a beat of silence, I quietly admit, “I missed the game.” “Ah. You know they record that shit and put it on YouTube, right?” I do know. And the time I’ve spent repeatedly watching his games over the years is embarrassing, but… “It’s not the same.” Because watching it live means that I know where he is and what he’s doing for once. I’m living the moment with him in real-time. And I know that he’s breathing. Salem pauses. “I know. But you caught the end. You saw him, Taylor. He’s
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