Anton nodded. After a few minutes, he turned away from David and looked out the closed window of the air-conditioned car. His right hand curled into a fist, and for a split second David thought he was going to attempt to smash the window. Instead, Anton tapped on it with his knuckles. Twice. Then he stared straight ahead. And David had the strangest feeling that Anton had just tested the boundaries of his freedom and found that it extended only as far as the plushness of this car. It wasn’t just Anton’s mom they had locked away, he realized. Anton, too,
