I stepped out from behind the oak before I could stop myself.
Ethan went pale. The lunchbox lay open at his feet, apple slices scattered across the concrete. The girl stood halfway up from the bench, clutching the photograph to her chest with both hands. For a second none of us said anything. The sky above the square had gone dark enough to make the air feel metallic, and somewhere across the street a siren wailed and faded.
I looked at the photo and heard my own voice say Claire’s name before I realized I was speaking.
