son deserved the ball because he was the real football fan, only to have an entire stadium watch him return it to the eight-year-old girl she’d mocked.
For someone who cared so much about who “deserved” attention, becoming the center of it clearly wasn’t as enjoyable as she’d expected.
The usher led us through a hallway beneath the stands.
Maisie held the football so tightly I was surprised she could breathe.
“Do I say something cool when I meet him?”
“Probably.”
“What?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
She gave me the look Gavin used to give me whenever I was useless during football conversations.
Then a door opened.
Cole Brennan was waiting on the other side.
Maisie stopped walking.
For the first time all day, she was completely silent.
Cole smiled and crouched slightly so he wasn’t towering over her.
“You’re the girl with the sign.”
Maisie nodded.
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