Frank sat at a table with his dinosaur lunchbox beside him. His grandson was there too, writing something on a scrap of paper.
Frank leaned toward the words.
Eliam sat several feet away.
Waiting.
Frank leaned toward the words.
I could have enlarged the picture.
I could have texted Eliam and asked what the boy had written.
Instead, I put my phone down.
I already knew what belonged to me.