Beside me, my husband Owen stared at the side of my head.
He reached over and carefully pulled a piece of popcorn from my curls.
He held it between two fingers.
Then he looked at me.
Something changed in his face.
I had never seen that expression before.
He placed the popcorn on the armrest as carefully as though it were evidence.
“Stay here,” he said.
Then he stood and walked out of the theater.
I stared after him.
Owen did not confront people.
Owen did not complain.
Owen would
