joked with him and asked all the usual questions.
I sat nearby answering emails on my phone.
Every few minutes, I glanced up.
Then Marcus began trimming behind Ethan’s left ear.
The clippers stopped.
At almost the same moment, Ethan stopped talking.
That was what caught my attention.
Marcus moved Ethan’s hair aside with his fingers.
Then he stared.
Not the quick look someone gives a mole or a scratch.
He was studying something.
Finally, he looked at me through the mirror.
His expression had completely changed.
“What?” I asked.
