Reconnecting Through Catch
Emily appeared beside him with her old baseball glove, its worn leather a testament to many past afternoons. Without a word, she tossed him the ball, and Jamie instinctively caught it. They began an easy rhythm, throwing it back and forth under the fading light.
With every catch and throw, Jamie felt something long dormant begin to stir—connection. Emily’s cheerful laughter echoed across the yard, bridging the gap left by time. It wasn’t just a game; it was a way of saying, “I missed you,” without needing to speak it aloud.
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