He placed the broken toy car into Ethan’s hand.
“You can play,” he said.
Ethan stared at it—a cheap, damaged toy that meant nothing and yet, in that moment, felt impossibly important.
The gun began to lower.
Slowly.
“I just wanted someone to notice me,” Ethan whispered.
Jonathan answered, “I see you now.”
Outside, no one moved.
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