“Yes.”
“Are the doors locked?”
I looked toward the front door.
“Not the front.”
“Lock it. Keep your son beside you. Stay away from the windows. Officers are on the way.”
I locked the door with Ethan holding my hand.
Then we sat at the kitchen table.
“Am I in trouble?” he whispered.
“No.”
His chin began trembling.
“You did nothing wrong.”
“He told me not to tell you.”
“I know.”
“He said it was a secret.”
“Ethan, you can always tell me the truth. You will never be in trouble for telling me something like this.”
About twenty minutes later, two police cars pulled up.
The lead officer introduced herself as Officer Patel.
She had a calm voice and kind eyes.
She examined the object behind Ethan’s ear without touching it.
Then she crouched in front of him.
“That’s a serious soccer jersey,” she said. “You any good?”
