He got to go to baseball practice every day, but he wasn’t allowed to play. He was relegated to sitting in a chair on the hill and watching his brother, Danny, run around on the field. Elizabeth got to play referee when Mikey teased Danny about a dropped ball and when Danny shot back that at least he could play while Mikey had to sit on the hill like a girl. Ah, brotherly love. There was nothing like it. And she, sitting on the hill beside Mikey, catering to his every need at home, had been relegated to watching Will from that same hill, or watching him with the boys when he stopped at the apartment, usually a man bearing gifts. He seemed to know that she wasn’t ready for anything else from him, not right now. Mikey’s emergency had brought back memories of those horrible last months with Jamie, and she’d needed to work through them, finally come to terms with both her loss and the fact that life, because she had her boys, needed to move on. She needed to move on. Will seemed to understand this without her saying a word.
