Owen jumped to his feet, yelling for his son, who’d just launched the ball from the corner of the free throw line—and hit the shot. Only fifteen seconds remained in the game, and the basket had just put Cooper’s team up by one.
The two teams had been volleying back and forth for the past six minutes, and Owen wasn’t sure he could handle the stress. He really wanted Cooper’s first starting game to be a winner.
Beside him, Zach cheered too, something that filled Owen’s heart with gladness. Zach had been acting strange the past couple of months, and Owen had attributed it to the scholarship application process, but maybe it was the UCLA secret. Or maybe something else.
But Zach seemed like himself at the moment, and when he’d had to be reminded three times to come to the game.
The crowd y
