Chapter 161: Hamilton

I’m not in the right headspace for the game today. I barely slept last night; Mom, her procedure, and the possible outcomes haunted my every thought. I’ve just gone through the motions this morning. The cell phone in my back pocket feels like a scalding, hot anvil. Mom’s surgery is heavy on my mind as I wait for the call to tell me how the procedure went. My coach and teammates all stare at me from a distance. They worry about my ability to pitch today while all I worry about is my mom.

When the vibrations signal the call, I close my eyes, pulling in a calming breath before I answer. She has to be okay.

“Ya,” I greet, anxious to get answers.

“Hi, honey.” Mom’s voice is a salve to my soul.

“I needed to hear your voice.” My own cracks.

“I’m in a room, ordering lunch, and Amy is pulling the game up on the internet for us to watch,” she states.