Page 60 of Stealing Summer

“What the fuck?” Parker breathed out, leaning closer until his nose was almost touching the wall. Sure enough, there was the undeniable resemblance—the same unmistakable sparkling eyes that Boston had.

“Yep, she was something else, always lighting up the room.”

The room seemed to tilt on its axis, and I blinked at him, my mind scrambling to keep up. “Cindee?” I asked while it was still not clicking in my head.

“Yep,” Coach confirmed with a nod, unaware he had just detonated a revelation that would change everything.

Parker’s jaw clenched, his usual easy going demeanor replaced by a look of dawning realization. Coach Levy simply watched us, his expression unreadable. “Are we seeing this correctly?” Parker asked quietly, but I could barely hear him over the rush of blood in my ears.

I shook my head, trying to piece this all together. Cindee... I said the name again, a whisper that gradually grew into a scream of recognition inside my skull.

“Wait,” I stammered, my heart pounding like it wanted to escape my chest. My eyes shot to Parker, then to his coach, as if I could demand him to make sense of this chaos. “Boston’s mom is... Reese’s mom? No fucking way.”