Just wait and see.
Okay.
Fine. Let's see it.
He laughed softly at himself. A woman carrying a basket of towels glanced at him, recognized nothing, and continued. That felt right. The story had never required the whole world to know it. It had required one boy, one bat, one stubborn kindness.
On the bus into town for the series, teammates razzed him about the old clip the marketing team planned to run. Noah took it the way he had learned to take razzing: with a grin that left his center intact. The veteran catcher on his club asked, genuinely, what the player from the video was like.
"He handed me more than wood," Noah said. "He handed me a way to stay."
The catcher nodded as if that sentence needed no translation.