5
Isaac
“Where even is your head at tonight?” Annie asked from the passenger seat. “We’re going to be late.”
“We’re not going to be late,” I told her.
We probably were. Since having Aly, I was late almost everywhere. I used to be the kind of guy who thought fifteen minutes early was on time and on time was late, but, man, kids changed all of that.
“I mean, you usually run behind now but not for soccer.”
I shrugged and took the next turn north toward the indoor complex. “I guess my mind is on other things.”
“Like?” Annie prodded as she finished French-braiding her dark red hair.
“Peyton.”
Annie’s eyebrows rose. She tied off the completed right side before turning to face me. “Peyton Medina?”
“What other Peyton do we know?”
“I don’t know. It’s been a few years since I’ve heard tha
