I lean back on the couch, processing. Parker came to see me play. All these years when I had cut her and Brandon off, she made the effort to come see me play. “Did you wear my jersey?” I ask. I can’t not ask. And yeah, maybe it makes me a brute or an egomaniac or whatever. But I have to know. Parker’s smile is soft. “Of course. I’ve only ever worn your jersey, Logan.”
