The Coldest Season of Sloane Miller
Language: en
At the welcome-back party after my two-year exchange in London, the drinking game landed on a trivia card about Garrett Davies. The living room erupted into loud, whiskey-fueled cheers. Someone shoved the dry-erase board into my hands, grinning. "Come on, Sloane! Height, weight, favorite sport… exact size… and his personal record for stamina?" I didn't blink. I wrote the answers out, clean and sharp, one by one. Six-foot-one. One hundred and sixty pounds. Basketball. Seven inches. I paused, tapping the cap of the marker against the coffee table, before adding the last line without a tremor…