"Coach!"
From his clipboard, Cho saw a young teen racing into the dugout, winded.
"Blaine, you're early. S'up? Why aren't you in school?"
"My brother Stevie…shot…" The boy sucked air. "He's at Sacramento General."
Stevie was Cho's favorite pitcher, cleaning up his act after a stay at Juvie. He couldn't be in trouble again after their hard work together.
Cho looked at his assistant coach.
"Take over here, Anders. Blaine? Come with me."
He led the boy toward his car at a lope. "What happened?"
"He jumped the gang, Coach. He wanted you to be proud of him."
"I am."
