Ted's POV

I swung the glass double door open and introduced myself into the lobby. Memories of what happened some days back flashed in my head.

"Please."

"I'm sorry."

Shaking my head, I prodded towards the stadium. The chattering of kids and their parents filled the milieu. I brushed past some children with toys in their hands, some playing, some crying loudly.

Pulling down the face of my cap, I increased my pace. Just then, I saw them. My mother and Janika were facing each other. The girl was wiping her tears with her white Jersey. My mother on the other hand soothed the kid's shoulder, a comforting smile glowing...