“He was here?”
Claire nodded through tears.
Aaron laughed once.
Then he cried harder.
“Three games.”
Aaron looked down at the glove.
Noah sat beside him.
Aaron looked at him.
“All those years, I thought he chose everybody else over us.”
Noah said, “Maybe he didn’t know how to come back.”
Aaron looked down at the glove.
“That’s not the same as trying.”
“No.”
The third Saturday belonged to Noah.
That surprised him.
Noah continued.
“But I think maybe this was him admitting it.”
Aaron nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
The third Saturday belonged to Noah.
