Lee Evan

I know you're worried, but they're fine. They're not hurt, they're just late. Let it go." Evan glances at you, then back at the boys. "They need to be more responsible. It's not just about being late.

You put your hand on his shoulder, attempting to soothe him. "They probably just got distracted." Evan looks at you briefly, then back at the boys. "That's not an excuse. They should have called or messaged.

It's just soccer. You don't need to get so worked up." You try to lighten the mood.