We sat together. His fingers started flexing when she first came on screen, but as she went on, they slowed and went still.
“She knows I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone now.” He nodded.
“She knows.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell her.”
He said yes.
I couldn’t answer for a moment.
I had wanted him to hear those words for so long. Now that he had, I didn’t know whether they could undo any of the hurt.
***
A few days later, Theo asked whether Mrs. Bennett still worked Saturdays.
“Register three?” he added.
I said yes. He nodded, and I didn’t press him.
I didn’t know whether they could undo any of the hurt.
Weeks later, he stood at our door with his shoes on.
“Can we go to the store?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll grab my keys.”
***
When we reached the store, Theo stopped outside the doors.