(Amelia)
Nathaniel moved between the phone and our table. The man lowered it, but not before I saw the screen. He had taken at least one picture. My chair scraped against the floor as I got up and went straight to Ethan.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Ethan asked.
I picked up his dinosaur book and put it into the paper bag. "We're leaving."
Ethan looked confused, but he didn't argue. Vivian was already reaching for her purse, and whatever warmth had been on her face was gone. I took Ethan's hand and headed for the door. Nathaniel stayed behind with the man.
Outside, I kept walking until we reached my car. My hands were shaking when I searched my bag for the keys. I hated that one phone could scare me this much. Ethan had spent years living without strangers knowing who his father was.
"Amelia,
