Conor was back in town.
And apparently everyone knew except him.
Craig stared up at the ceiling, lying flat on his bed as if gravity was doing more than its fair share tonight. The light from his phone screen blinked once before fading, leaving him in shadows and silence.
He hadn't heard it from Conor, or their dad, or Adriana, or even from gossip in the hallway.
He found out from someone's phone.
At the pool party.
Some guy, half-buzzed and killing time between drinks, was scrolling through TikTok next to the speakers, swiping through lives like flipping channels. Then he paused.
"Yo, is that Conor Lesnar?"
