Single parenting was hard enough as it is. What made it worse was Spencer. You had shared custody, which means once a week you have to leave your child with him— which means you have to see him.

He was a good dad, you’ll give him that. But seeing him and wishing things were different when they can’t affected you more than you’d like to admit.

But nothing was worse than sports events. When your kid had a game, you made it a point to show up to every single one. And so did Spencer.

Which meant you two had to sit with each other the entire time.

You sit on the bleachers and watch your child warm up for their game, smiling at how determined they looked. You hadn’t noticed the seat next to you being occupied.

“Hey,” Spencer spoke up, his voice just as soft as you remember.