Chapter 1249 – Media Frenzy
- “Ian,” I call, wrapped in my favorite knitted white blanket on Victor’s couch, “come on baby, back away from the TV. You’re going to burn your eyeballs out, standing that close.”
- Ian is standing with his nose inches away from the tv, his hands pressed against the screen. He barely blinks and I think, fleetingly, of Poltergeist.
- “I can’t, mama,” he says. “It’s me, I’m on the TV!”