Then Owen looked at me.
He reached into my curls and removed one more piece of popcorn.
He studied it for a moment.
Then he looked at my face.
Something changed.
Not anger.
Something calmer.
More certain.
He placed the popcorn on the armrest.
“Stay here.”
Then he left.
Four minutes later, the side door opened.
A young usher entered carrying a flashlight.
Behind him walked a woman around fifty wearing a dark blazer and a manager’s badge.
Behind her was Owen.
The manager stopped beside Row G.
“My name
