face.
Gavin had spent years teaching our daughter this sport.
He’d explained everything from pass interference to two-minute drills while she sat cross-legged beside him eating popcorn.
Football wasn’t just a game to her anymore.
It was one of the places where her father still existed.
I was about to tell Denise exactly that when everyone behind us suddenly started shouting toward the field.
Cole Brennan was standing still, looking at our section.
His expression had changed.
He pointed toward Maisie, then toward the football in Parker’s hands.
One of the staff members beside him followed his gesture.
A moment later, the enormous screen above the stadium changed.
Our section appeared on it.
Maisie was there, her sign still in her hands.
So was Denise.
And Parker was sitting beside her holding the football.
