William finds me like that, back turned, eyes tight with pain.
“Hey,” he says. “You okay?”
I manage a nod, but there’s so much concern on his face that I add, “Just a little tired.”
“We’re heading in now.” His hands are so full of popcorn and boxes of Good & Plenty that he can’t actually take mine, although the popcorn bucket teeters as if he’s thinking about it.
Manuel corrals both Nigel and Prescott, who have been playing a game of tag with some sprites. “Come on, buddies. Time to see the dog movie.” He is stoic and holds in what must be a resigned sigh. “Again.”
The little boys cheer. They’re adorable, all round cheeks and huge eyes. And yet, Prescott’s confidence already shines. He holds himself tall and takes Nigel’s hand. As for Nigel? Those big, dark eyes are full of wonder at
