Hoisting Haven on my hips, I carefully made my way out of the stadium, not wanting to be elbowed or stepped on by the crowd. 

Finally stepping out of the stadium, I made to place a call for an Uber. 

My phone rang, it was Zac. 

Well, he was the only person who had my number. The only contact on my list. On Monday, I’d change the number and address on Haven’s school management’s register. 

I’d give them my own number and new address. 

I picked. “Hi.”

“Where are you guys?”

“About to go home.”

“Planning to leave without me?” He was panting a little. It was expected, he’d just...