Moonshot

Chapter 72

I didn’t end up going back on the road.

I didn’t go to another game that year.

The next time I walked into Yankee Stadium, it was through the owner’s entrance, my journey by private elevator and surrounded by security, until I was seated in the skybox, my dinner order taken by a tuxedoed waiter, my ring shining in all the glory that seven carats brought.

I sat up there, ate crab cakes, sipped hot tea, listened to my fiancé talk, and watched my boys play.

With every single play, I thought of him.

With every single play, I died a little more.