Audrey sat on the bleachers, watching with an anxious stare. She chewed a fingernail and hoped for the hundredth time that everything would go right. A small whimper turned her attention to the car seat beside her. She picked up the baby and cradled him against her chest, rocking him until he stopped crying.
“Daddy’s up. Pray he does well,” she whispered to Carter.
Kenny ran across the field, catching the ball and throwing it back as he went. There were so many little drills. She didn’t understand how this all added up, but this was how tryouts went, he assured her.
It looked like he was done and sat on the bench for a few minutes, breathing hard. She rocked Carter and watched him for some sort of sign. A thumbs up maybe? A shake of his head?
She stood up so he would see her, and after
