Mrs. Ellsworth frowned. "Why go to Zelkova again?"
"Last night..." he began, "something incredible happened."
"What happened...?"
Ethan Ellsworth said, gesturing toward the living room, "Mom, come inside. I need to explain this to you."
"Alright."
The mother and son went into the living room, where Ethan Ellsworth recounted the events of the previous night in painstaking detail. By the time he finished, the color had drained from Mrs. Ellsworth's face.
"Ellsworth, are you sure you saw it clearly? It was the middle of the night. You could have been mistaken."
Ethan Ellsworth shook his head grimly. "I asked Chloe this morning if she was waving last night."
"And what did she say?"
"She said no. She was very firm about it."
"I find this whole thing very strange."
