the next two.
Keep reading — tap the button below to continue.Mason cheered for both teams. He didn’t entirely understand which side was ours.
At six o’clock, I watched the side door.
At six-oh-five, I watched it harder.
Dad has never been late. But he’s also never been seventy-nine with a new hip on a cold October night before.
Travis noticed me watching.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Nobody,” I said.
That was a lie. It sat in my mouth like a sour mint.
At twelve minutes after six, the
