ALEXANDER'S POV The first thing I noticed when Franklin ran toward me was the shirt. Bright blue, with a tiny stitched logo on the chest, the one I’d given him last week, folded into a paper bag like it was nothing special. It was special, though. It was mine. Not just a shirt from a store. I’d worn it, washed it, and given it to him because he kept saying he wanted “something that smells like Dad.” The kid’s got a way of breaking me down without even trying. “Dad!” he shouted, arms spread wide. I bent down just in time for him to crash into me, his laughter muffled against my jacket. “Careful, champ,” I said, ruffling his hair. “You’re gonna knock me over one of these days.” “You’re strong,” he declared, grinning up at me. “Stronger than Coach.” I grinned back, though my eyes flicked over his shoulder to the figure walking toward us. Katherine. She was dressed casually, which somehow made her look even sharper — fitted jeans, a soft sweater, sunglasses pushed up into her hai
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