Page 111 of Spotlight
I keep that realization to myself as we eat breakfast. As soon as we’re done, it’s time to go.
“Do you walk her into her class?” Flynn asks as I grab my purse, and Greer puts on her backpack.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sometimes I drop her off, but I like seeing her classroom.”
“We have a reading loft!” Greer proudly exclaims.
“Cool. Can I tag along?” Flynn asks.
Greer looks thrilled at the prospect.
“Sure,” I say.
Flynn rides with us after I agree to drop him off at the stadium afterward. He says he’ll get a ride to his truck later and I selfishly hope that means I’ll get to see him again tonight.
At the school, we get out of the car and Flynn puts on a jacket that I didn’t even realize he had with him. Plus, his Mustangs game hat. He looks like he just stepped off the field, which is admittedly a very good look on him.
As I round the back of the vehicle, he and Greer are already waiting for me. It’s good to have my happy child back.
Flynn smiles and the three of us fall into step.
“Why are you wearing your team jacket?” I ask, leaning in so I can whisper the question. I’ve only ever seen him wear it during games between innings. It’s a bright blue withMustangswritten across the front and his number embroidered into the right arm.
“Because I don’t have my jersey.”
“That is not…” My words trail off as he takes Greer’s hand. She bounces with every step, glancing up at him and grinning as wide as her little mouth will allow.
She leads him into the school and down the hall to her kindergarten room. The door is decorated with construction paper flowers. Each one has a different kid’s name on it. Greer’s is hot pink with a bright yellow center and her name written large in all capital letters.
Greer’s teacher, Mrs. Kadia, smiles and looks from Greer to Flynn.
“Good morning,” she says in a slightly chirpier voice than normal.
“Morning,” I reply, stepping in behind them. Flynn gives her a polite nod.
Greer is still holding on to Flynn’s hand.
“Have a good day, munchkin,” he says to her.
“You too, Hotshot.”
I lean down and hug her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you. Grandpa will pick you up.”
“Love you too.” She heads off to the coat and backpack rack.
Flynn steps closer to me. “Which one is Sara?”
“Pink shirt sitting at her desk,” I say without a lot of thought and then it hits me.
“Got it.” He takes a step toward the desks.
I grab a hold of his arm. “Oh my god, Flynn, you cannot yell at her.”
His deep chuckle skates over my skin and he carefully removes my fingers. “I’m not going to yell at her. I’m going to introduce myself.”
I watch in terror as he starts toward Sara. She’s a cute girl. Shiny brown hair, dimples, and always dressed in very trendy outfits that were clearly picked out by an adult.
But before Flynn reaches her, Greer’s friend Ben steps in front of him.
