Ximena's POV
By the time I fought my way back through the packed crowd to reach the bleachers, my lungs burned like I had sprinted the entire length of the field. The thunderous cheers surrounding me dissolved into a muffled hum that felt miles away.
Glenda caught sight of me right away, her face breaking into a grin that quickly faded when she saw my expression.
"Hold up," she said, sitting forward on the metal bench. "Where are those nachos you promised to bring back? Please don't tell me you devoured them before making it ten feet."
I attempted a laugh, but the sound came out strangled and weak. My legs gave out as I collapsed beside her, wrapping my arms tightly around my torso. "I never made it to the concession stand."
Glenda's eyes sharpened instantly. She twisted to face me completely, studying every detail of my face. "Alright, what went down out there?"
My gaze drifted to the field below us, my throat constricting painfully.
