“What happened to you, sweetheart?”
Caleb hesitated, so I answered.
“He pushed a five-year-old out of the path of a truck. He saved the boy, but the truck hit him instead.”
Caleb hesitated, so I answered.
Her expression changed.
She looked at Caleb for a long moment, then at the Hayes jersey he was wearing.
Whatever she had been planning to do about the man seemed to change.
Then the man said quietly, “Please. Don’t tell Hayes about this.”
She looked at him.
“Please. Give me one more chance.”
“Please. Don’t tell Hayes about this.”
The same man who had been bragging about buying half the stadium was kneeling beside my son’s wheelchair.
Hayes’s mother glanced at Caleb.
Then she looked back at him.
“One chance.”
The man stood quickly.
“One chance.”
“I’m sorry. I truly am. I didn’t realize who you were.”
“You didn’t take my seat.” She pointed toward Caleb. “You took his.”
