The Coldest Season of Sloane Miller

Summary

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.