“They were fighting in the car,” Ethan whispered.
He wiped his eyes.
“They always fight.”
Nobody interrupted.
“And then we came here, and Dad was on his phone and Mom was on hers.”
His voice broke.
“Nobody was watching the movie with me.”
He looked toward me.
“When she turned around, that was the first time anybody looked at me all night.”
His mother slowly put her phone away.
Owen stayed crouched at Ethan’s level.
“That’s a hard feeling,” he said.
“When it feels like nobody sees you.”
Ethan sniffed.
