Not toward his classmates.
Not toward the photographers.
Straight up the center aisle toward me.
The red dress moved around his legs as hundreds of people continued whispering.
Then Ethan stopped directly in front of my seat.
He looked at me.
“This is FOR YOU,” he said quietly.
Then he added:
“Both of them.”
My breath caught.
Ethan reached into the dress pocket and pulled out something small.
Flat.
