V4 ch49 College World Series Final

I've seen Mr. Johnson only a handful of times in my short time with the Atkins family. He wasn't like any dad I knew. Not kind and vocally supportive like mine. Or stiff and strict like Kaylee's. Or outgoing and friendly like Alisha's. He was very…calm.

He had shook hands with all of us when we met up outside the stadium for the first game of the short series. He congratulated me, Noah, and Dave on winning this season again and asked a little more about our summer plans. Noah took over, telling him all about the regional team tryouts and where we stood.

"Congrats on making the team." Mr. Johnson told me as we stood in line to get into the stadium.

I slowly nodded.

"They're lucky to have you." He continued, hands in his jacket pockets. "I know Noah said you're going to play even if he doesn't make it, but don't force yourself."

I was taken aback. I looked up at him.