For the first time that night, we both laughed.
When we arrived home, Mrs. Pham was sitting in the living room.
“You’re early.”
“Long story.”
“How was Frank?”
“He woke up about an hour ago,” she said. “He was confused at first.”
Owen paused.
“He kept asking for you.”
“For me?”
Mrs. Pham nodded.
“I told him you had gone to a movie.”
Her expression softened.
“He said, ‘I used to take my boy to the movies.’”
Owen became very still.
“He’s awake?”
“In his room.”
Owen walked down the
