An old comic book. Superman on the cover.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Click.
I unwrapped another. And another. Every one was packed with care.
“They’re comic books.”
“I can see that!”
He dropped into an old chair.
“I thought we actually found something.”
“Owen will love them.”
An old comic book.
“Of course he will. Your grandmother hid a box of junk.”
I looked closer at the first cover.
Superman lifted a car over his head. Above him: Action Comics. Below: No. 1. The date said 1938.
I didn’t know exactly what that meant. But Owen had shown me videos of collectors talking about the rarest comics in the world.
“Declan, wait. This might be something special.”
“Your grandmother hid a box of junk.”
