I reached out and touched the worn leather surface, feeling the scuffs and grass stains left behind by a legendary game. “It tells a wonderful story, sweetheart.”
Ethan turned slowly, gazing up at the massive digital scoreboard towering over the northern end of the pitch. The screen was dark now, cycling through corporate sponsors and upcoming community events, but we both knew what image was permanently burned into its memory.
“He was watching, Mom,” Ethan said softly, his voice steady and calm. “Every single minute of it.”
