Michael’s attention shifted toward the music box.

“What are you carrying?”

Ethan instinctively pulled it closer against his chest. “Please…”

His voice trembled. “…don’t take it.” Michael raised both hands reassuringly.

“I’m not trying to.”
“I just want to see it.”

Ethan slowly shook his head.

“It has to stay open.” Michael frowned. “What does?” “The music.”