My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

I didn’t know.”

I shrugged.

“Why would you?”

That landed.

He took it without arguing.

Then he said something I didn’t expect. “Dad used my name to get out of coming.”

I frowned. “What?”

“My game started at seven-thirty. Not six.” He picked at the rubber grip on the crutch. “He knew he could’ve gone to yours first. He just… didn’t want to sit through it.”

I continue reading …