Marybeth
I was beginning to understand that children were far more observant than adults gave them credit for. Which was unfortunate. Because Eli was observant even by child standards. And lately, he seemed determined to make that everyone else's problem.
I stood near the edge of the school soccer field, pretending to watch practice. In reality, I was watching Rowan. Again. Not intentionally. At least, that was the lie I told myself. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass.
Children ran in every direction. Coaches shouted instructions nobody seemed interested in following. Parents gathered along the sidelines, chatting and occasionally cheering. Normal life. Ordinary life.
The kind I'd wanted for Eli for so long. The kind I'd fought to give him. Yet my attention ke
