Where to Point the Lens
David, you know I would never steal from you.
And Mark, Mark knows I was only talking to a resort staff member about our excursion!”
But Liam, holding the camera safely behind his father’s back where she could not reach it, answered her with the same devastating calm.
“I have forty-two clear shots of the wallet, Aunt Gwen,” he said.
“And twenty-six of the resort guy.”
“Show me,” David said quietly, and he held out his hand to our son.
Liam placed the camera in his father’s palm.