Mom had left me a couple of texts to call her back after practice. I did so after getting home and the others started to shower as Grampa was downstairs, cooking.
"Jake? You okay?" She immediately answered and started to talk. "We didn't take our phones to Zeke's game this afternoon and we saw all these texts and calls." She rambled on and sounded concerned.
"Mom." I spoke up, making her pause. "I'm fine." I rubbed a spot of dry sweat off my forehead. "Nothing really happened. Dr. Moore was there."
"Yea, but we should have been there instead." She went on, talking about how inappropriate the school handled things and how they should have been informed if they wanted to interview her child. That led to her asking me about the man who questioned me and Noah yesterday. "That man better pray he's self-employed or his employer will be hearing it from me. Do you know if he looked like a reporter? A scout?"
