"So let me get this straight," Leonard said, crouching slightly to meet the boy's eyes. "You followed your sister because she wanted to see a mascot, but then you two got separated in the crowd—and now you're trying to find her?"
Nathan nodded solemnly, his small hands clenched into fists in his lap. He sat between Leonard and Julio on a shaded bench near one of the food stalls. His legs didn't quite reach the ground, and they swung gently as he answered with nothing more than a quiet nod.
Leonard glanced at Julio, who gave a slight shrug, then looked back at the boy. "And you came here with your mom… and a man you called Uncle Felix, right?"
Another nod.
Leonard leaned back slightly, drawing a slow breath. Felix. It was just a name. There had to be thousands of people named Felix in this city. It couldn't possibly be that Felix.
Still, he felt the familiar twist of unease crawl into his gut.
