Arcade attempt
The arcade used to overflow with noise, lights and fun, enough to excite any child. “Let’s go for that race you love,” said Jeff, trying to sound enthusiastic. But Tim just plodded along, hands in his pockets, showing no interest. We exchanged forced smiles, feigning excitement, but the mood remained heavy. Not even the vibrant colors and flashing lights could dispel the sadness that hung over him.
Arcade Attempt
Homecoming request
Just when it looked like we were gaining some ground, Tim surprised us by saying, “Can we go home?” The question fell like a bucket of cold water. “Already?” we said, Jeff and I, in unison. He nodded, increasingly uncomfortable. We tried to disguise our concern, until Jeff muttered, “We need to find out what’s going on.” I nodded, mentally preparing myself for a serious conversation at home. There was a reason for that behavior, and I needed to know it.
Homecoming Request
