I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
I chose not to turn it into a performance.
When practice ended, I told him I’d enjoyed watching him play, and we stopped for a cold drink before I took him back to Lauren.
In the car he asked whether I was happy.
“Very,” I answered.
“Because my team won?”
“That too.”
He looked pleased with himself and began talking about his next game.
I let the new word rest naturally between us.