I moved to the backseat and Dad sat with me, leaving Zeke alone up front to drive us back to his school.
I stared out the window and watched as we left the complex. Getting further and further away from those baseball fields.
"Do you think he saw my game?" I mumbled.
"I honestly don't know." Dad told me. "But there's a couple of people we could ask." He pointed out.
I was confused. "Who?"
"Jeremy. Or...the cousin."
I looked at Dad. "Can you ask for me?"
Dad gave me a knowing look. "Some things you should do on your own to cultivate some independence."
I showed him my empty hands. "I don't have my phone on me?"
"I can call." Zeke offered from up front.
Both Dad and I turned to look at him in the driver's seat. Zeke kept his eyes on the road, but could feel our stares no doubt. "Jake's in a sensitive situation right now. I don't think you should make him call Jeremy. He might not be able to convey his concerns."
