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I looked toward the field.

Declan was thirty yards in front of me. Helmet off. Standing on the sideline.

Staring directly at me.

I stared back.

His mouth hadn’t moved.

I knew that. I had been looking right at him.

“Hazel.”

His voice came from behind me again.

I spun. Nobody.

A woman squeezed past carrying a little boy by the hand. Two teenagers were arguing over a cup of something red. People moved around me in every direction.

No Declan. I looked back at the field.

He was still there. Still looking at me.

His face changed.

Snap.

Static pressed in on me. The night hitched.

The stadium vanished.

Dirt moved beneath my bare feet.

Hot. Loose.

Then—

Concrete.

Stadium lights. Sadie beside me.

I sucked in a breath.

“What?” Sadie asked.

I looked at her. “I don’t know.” The words sounded normal.

I did not feel normal.

Declan’s helmet was swinging at his side.

He was no longer watching the game at all.

A voice spoke somewhere beneath the noise.

Keep moving.

I turned toward it.