His mother stared at him with wide eyes and slowly, she looked up and the numbers moved with her head so she would not hit them. “Leo, baby,” she said slowly, reaching a trembling hand out to her son, “there is nothing there.”
He looked at her as eyebrow knitted together on his forehead. “Mommy, wha- are ’ou talkin’ ’bout?”
Leo’s mother’s eyes sparkled in the light and she ran to the phone. Leo could not understand what was going on, could not understand what a “hallucination” that Mama was talking about, could not understand what a psychologist was. He was confused when his mother grabbed his hand and dragged him to the car.