They found their seats, and Rafi, at least, took a moment to examine the gifts left there—Founding Fathers bobbleheads and a tote bag with Washington crossing the Delaware. Julian gave them barely a glance, but Rafi thought he could be forgiven for being too shaken to appreciate movie swag.
“What happened with the horse?” Rafi leaned down to murmur, but Julian waved him off with a curt, “Later.”
Rafi had barely gotten seated when he saw Uncle Eddie and another man—about Julian’s age, wearing a dramatic scarlet shirt with his tux, with glossy dark hair pulled into a tiny man-bun—coming down the aisle toward them. Rafi’s glance at the seats to either side of himself and Julian showed they were assigned to Uncle Eddie and someone named Aaron Pratt.
Julian swore under his breath. “Switch pl
