From the backseat, AJ feeds his arm over her shoulder and she wraps her fingers through his. I look at their hands, intertwined. Of course he has a girlfriend. How could I have missed that? I feel a pang of sadness, but I push the thought away, forcing myself to think of Emily and whatever’s going on in her life so I don’t fixate on anything else. It works.
AJ and Sam better be endgame.
