It had started long before I even noticed anything.

A few sight glances, a quick turn here and there, nothing that would outwardly scream danger.

It wasn't until his last soccer game of the season that I started to suspect

something was wrong. We were tied up with the other team and time was running out. One last

goal would have brought us to yet another

undefeated season. Henry was heading down the field fast, opening himself for a

pass that could have led to the game winning kick. But right after the ball got to him,

he started staring off to the right of the field.

A look of worry crossed his face,

and I could tell whatever he was seeing was really bothering him.

The past came but with Henry distracted the other team was able to

intercept it without issue. A few kicks later and it was all over with our team going home one

point short. A lot of players were upset. Heck some were even crying which isn't that surprising for a group of 10 year olds.

But Henry's expression never changed.

Even when the ball was stolen from right in front of him. He never once moved, almost like it was

nailed down to the spot where he stood. After it was over, I went and gave him a gentle

nudge.

Henry?

His eyes immediately met mine, and after he turned back towards where he was looking,

his worried luck fell away.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Everything okay?

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