Salvatore walked in and didn't look at Milo right away. He looked around the room. The shopping bags. Some clothes folded on the bed. The remote-controlled car sitting on the floor. The dresser.
He walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pushed the contents aside. Nothing. Second drawer. Nothing. Third drawer. He reached past the folded gray sweater, and his hand found it immediately.
He pulled out the box.
He stood there for a moment, holding it in his hand. Then he turned around.
Milo was standing near the bed. He hadn't moved since stepping back when the door opened.
His face looked confused, not guilty, as Salvatore had expected. But Salvatore had met enough people in his life who could fake confusion well enough that he didn't let that settle anything.
"Why is it in your room?" Salvatore asked, his face furious.
