around us began twisting in their seats.
Ethan grabbed my hand.
“What is it, Mom?”
“I don’t know, Captain.”
We turned.
A man was walking down the stadium steps.
Chris stared.
The color drained from his face.
“Leo?”
Behind Leo came Ray from the hospital, carrying Ethan’s battered plastic tabletop football game beneath one arm.
A nurse from Ethan’s floor followed with Cody and his mother.
Ethan’s mouth dropped open.
“No way.”
I watched him. Whatever he’d imagined when the announcer told us to turn around, it clearly wasn’t this.
