“You don’t have to open this now if you don’t want,” Eitan said. Akiva smiled. “Can I?” Eitan motioned that he should go ahead, and Akiva peeled back the tape, careful, like it wasn’t just a newspaper Eitan picked up at a bodega in a frantic rush that morning. “Eitan…” Akiva stared down at the package as if he was trying to find words.
