near his table long enough, he’d assign you a plastic player.
“Everybody plays,” he’d say.
But I had no idea why Ray was carrying Ethan’s cheap plastic football game through a professional stadium.
Behind him came four more familiar faces.
A nurse from Ethan’s floor.
A teenage patient named Cody.
Cody’s mother.
And Leo.
Chris saw Leo and looked away.
Months earlier, Leo’s son had been receiving treatment on the same floor.
One afternoon, their family received good news.
Very good news.
Leo laughed in the hallway.
Someone hugged him.
