Texting back and forth with Griff and Maeko helped. They were sending me clips and shots of the show that had already surfaced online as if I hadn’t been there. Sweat beaded my brow, and my heart began pounding at the last photo they’d sent. Someone, somehow, had captured a picture of Loren and me staring at one another. I wasn’t aware before now how much could be said in one look. And it wasn’t one of those grainy, faraway shots either. Nope. It was a close-up with crystal fucking clarity.
