Slipping my foot between hers, I nudge her feet apart to find a new addition to her shoes. Right there, inside of the left ankle is an embroidered basketball with my number and a heart stitched into the center of it. “When did that get there?” I ask, loving the way my name and number look all over her. “This afternoon. I thought it was about time.” My stare breaks from her feet to find her smiling proudly, wearing my favorite emotion of hers—joy. “It was about damn time.”
