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The Only One in the Rain

The Storm

August 25, 2026 · Part 8 of 10 · 1 min

Back in the bleachers, the championship game went to extra innings in weather that any sane person would have called off an hour earlier, and by the seventh inning the overhang crowd had thinned to almost nothing, most families finally giving up and heading for their cars.

Walt didn't move. His sign had disintegrated into pulp somewhere around the fourth inning, the words GO MARCUS reduced to a blue smear he kept holding up anyway, because the gesture had stopped being about legibility a long time ago.

I struck out swinging in the bottom of the eighth, the kind of miss that ends a season, and I stood at home plate for a second longer than I needed to, not from disappointment exactly, more from the specific dazed stillness of a body that's used up everything it had.

When I looked up at the stands, soaked and defeated, Walt was already on his feet, both fists in the air, cheering exactly as loud as he would have if I'd hit the ball into the next county.

That was the moment, more than any of the ones that came before it, that finally answered a question I hadn't consciously known I was still asking.

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