Daniel starts to get up, probably to go throw up what he ate. I quickly pull a lollipop from my bag, open the wrapper, and stuff it between his lips when he opens them. He stares at me for a beat, the lollipop still frozen in his mouth. And then for a moment, a brief moment in time, his expression softens. For a brief moment, I see the stars in his shiny, bright eyes. The same eyes that looked at me and didn’t hate me.
