frowned.
“For what?”
A customer had just entered the shop.
Marcus lowered his voice even more.
“When you get home. Somewhere private. Look carefully.”
My stomach tightened.
“Marcus, what did you see?”
He shook his head.
“Not here.”
That was all he would say.
I paid.
Took Ethan home.
And spent the entire drive watching him through the rearview mirror.
He looked completely normal.
He was talking again at full volume, thrilled because the candy machine had apparently given him two gumballs instead of one.
Ten minutes later, we were
