Keeping Score

What if this boy had been kidnapped? Did he have memories of it? Was he too young at five to remember another family? I stared at my class while they worked on their social studies assignment.

They had zero attention span this week. I knew today was probably the last day I’d get any productive work out of them. After this, the rest of the week would be spent watching movies and making crafts.

And then we had almost three weeks off. Three weeks that had turned into some kind of a fantasy of mine. Spending them with my boys.

Christmas day Hawk had the most important game of the season. But we were going to be there. After we opened presents and had breakfast we were going to meet my dad at the stadium. And then later when the Sharks won, Daddy was coming over for Christmas dinner. Maybe even Pops.

I didn’t care that I was completely outnumbered by the men in my life. I had fallen in love with it. With football. With being a new mom. With being Hawk’s.

And now what? Was Christmas destroyed? Were our lives completely wrecked? Would we be able to survive if this child was ripped away from our home?

I’d never look at that tree again. A tear started to slide along my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away before the students saw it.

“Miss Brisow?”

“Yes?” I looked up with a fake smile.

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“Can you tell me about the Supreme Court again? I’m stuck on the puzzle.”

I walked out from behind my desk. “Sure.” It was a small distraction, but I needed it. Needed it as badly as air to breathe. If I didn’t have news from Hawk soon I was worried I wouldn’t make it to the end of the day.

Hunter and I walked through the front door. The loft was quiet.

“Hawk?” I called out.

He was off today. I expected him to be on the couch watching Sports Now.

I ran to the bedroom. He wasn’t there.

“Hey, Kane I made a really cool snowman today,” Hunter hollered running up the staircase.

I dug though my purse until I found my phone. I typed out a text.

We’re home. Where are you?

Taking care of it.

I bit my lip. What in the hell was he talking about?

Where are you?

I texted again and waited for some kind of answer that made sense.

I’ll be home after dinner. Sorry.

That was the last text I had from him. I stared at the phone when Hunter came bounding down the stairs.

“Can we make that popcorn strand you told me about?”

“Sure. Sure we can.” I tossed my phone on the table. “And we can put on a Christmas movie. How does that sound?”

I made my way to the kitchen and started on the popcorn. I had no idea where Hawk was and I didn’t like the feeling in my stomach one bit. I felt nauseated again, and my head suddenly felt fuzzy. It was too much stress. Too much worry. But I had to power through. For Hunter.

Thirty-Nine

Kane