The air was burning.
The air in New Orleans was burning, and so was the air in Kansas City.
Today, the weather in Kansas City was bad, to put it accurately, terrible. It was overcast and gloomy all day long. The sky looked as if it could collapse at any moment, yet stubbornly, there was neither rain nor snow. It was more than just subzero temperatures— the bone-chilling wind made it courageous to step out of the warmth of indoors.
However, near Arrowhead Stadium, one could distinctly feel a force, a tenacious and intense energy, strong enough to ignite the air.
The cold persisted, but hearts trembled with scorching heat.
Jenna couldn't believe her eyes; everything in front of her was completely different, at least from the atmosphere when she had come to the VIP box to watch a game during the seventeenth week of the regular season. It was as if it were a whole new world.
