that this place didn’t belong to what happened when I was nine.”
He took a breath.
“And then Ethan started kicking your chair.”
Owen looked down at his hands.
“I got angry.”
“That would make anyone angry.”
“But it scared me.”
“Why?”
“Because for a second, I heard Dad in my head.”
He touched his chest.
“I could feel that voice rising.”
“So I went to get the manager.”
I nodded.
“You handled it exactly the right way.”
“I thought so.”
His eyes filled again.
“Then I saw Ethan’s dad
