After the ceremony, we were near the side of the gym taking pictures. Scout walked with her.
She crossed the stage with one hand on his harness, took her diploma without help, and smiled toward my voice when I yelled her name loud enough to embarrass her for life. It was one of those moments that makes you think maybe survival did turn into living after all.
Then I noticed a man about thirty feet away, standing near the walkway with a messenger bag, watching us in that hesitant way people do when they want to approach but know they probably shouldn’t.
I clocked him because he had already been there ten minutes earlier near the bleachers.
Scout clocked him too.
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