Scarlett sat on the north side with Carina, Brooklyn…and my parents. My heart stopped for the second time that day. I blinked to make sure I was seeing correctly, but there was no mistaking my mother’s curly dark hair and my father’s grizzled beard. They hadn’t said a word about attending today’s match, but there they were, decked out in Blackcastle gear—even my father. My mother beamed and waved when she saw me looking. My father didn’t smile or wave, but his short nod was the most affirmation I’d gotten from him since I transferred.
