Decker and I were sitting, watching the game, cheering our boys and their team on, when a figure stood beside me. I didn't think any of it at first, until he sat down, digging something into my side, and whispered for me to remain calm and not make a scene. His voice was menacing. The fear I felt skyrocketed for me, my baby, and Decker. They were innocent in all this.
I gripped Decker's hand, squeezing it, trying to gain her attention. I remember her laughing, asking why am I suffocating her hand, and when she sees the tense look on my face, she immediately knows something is wrong. She looks to who is sitting beside me, only to begin seething with rage. I plead with my eyes for her to stay grounded, to not force his hand. I shake my head and mouth the her "Don't."
The buzzer rang, our
