said,
“Brad, let’s go home.”
Brad walked toward his son.
He looked uncertain.
Then he gently rested a hand on Ethan’s head.
“Come on, bud.”
They walked toward the doors.
Just before leaving, Ethan turned around.
He waved at Owen.
Owen waved back.
When they disappeared through the glass doors, the lobby slowly returned to normal.
Owen remained standing in the middle of it.
I walked over and took his hand.
It was shaking.
Hard.
“Can we leave?” he whispered. “I don’t think I can finish the movie.”
“Of course.”
