The security guard chimed in. “Sounds like he’s talking about ‘Galactic Voyage.’ It’s showing at the cinema here.”
I nodded, though it did little to clear the fog of confusion. “Maybe we should check the theater again, see if anyone’s missing a kid.”
As we made our way back, the boy clinging to my hand like a lifeline, I couldn’t shake the image of the shadow holding an invisible hand. It gnawed at the edges of my mind, pressing questions I couldn’t yet articulate.
We reached the theater, where a few families still lingered, but none claimed to know the boy. In desperation, we asked the theater manager if anyone had reported a missing child. The answer was a disappointing no.
