Mr. Monroe scare you so much this morning?”
Ethan stared at the mug.
“Because there’s another thing.”
Of course.
My stomach dropped.
“What?”
He pulled his phone from his pocket.
Opened an email.
Handed it to me.
It was from a regional television station.
They wanted to interview him.
The boy who grew his hair.
The teenager who raised nearly thirty thousand dollars for his cancer-stricken friend.
Human-interest segment.
I looked at Ethan.
“You didn’t answer?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He swallowed.
“They’re not the only ones.”
He opened another email.
Then