Chapter 8

Less than two hours after Blake's press conference ended, my name began trending online. Jordan handed me her phone. "Natalie, look at this." A video from three years ago was playing on the screen. In it, Blake sat in a wheelchair shortly after undergoing knee surgery. I was crouched beside him, adjusting the blanket over his legs. A reporter asked whether he was afraid his career might be over. Blake had gripped my hand tightly. "As long as Natalie is with me, I won't give up." The...