Their team scored.
For one second, Chris shot out of his chair.
“YES!”
Ethan burst out laughing.
Chris immediately leaned toward him.
“You okay, Captain?”
Ethan’s smile faded slightly.
“Dad, I laughed.”
“I know.”
“I’m allowed.”
Chris leaned back.
“Of course you are.”
I raised my phone.
Click.
Ethan looked at me.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said.
But after that, almost everything became something I felt compelled to save.
Ethan eating cereal.
Sleeping with one sock on.
The disgusted face he made at hospital gelatin.
The hours he spent arguing football
