Macey
The first thing I did when I saw Mikey after the game was look at his face.
Then his eyes.
Then the way he was walking.
I didn’t care that he was smiling at me or that Liam was standing nearby with Olivia and the girls. For one horrible stretch of seconds during the game, Mikey had been on the ground again, and my mind had gone straight back to the hit earlier in the season that left him with a concussion and kept him out for two weeks.
That time, an opposing player had tried to end his career.
I still remembered the headaches, how exhausted he had been, and how stubborn he was every time I tried to make him rest. I remembered taking care of him and realizing football could stop being a game in one bad second.
So watching him stay down today had scared the hell out of me.
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