Guilty By Appearance
I pulled up a small wooden stool and sat right next to the table, bringing myself down to his eye level.
"Hello there, handsome," I whispered with a warm smile. "My name is Dr. Snow. What's your name?"
The boy sniffled, looking at me with big, watery brown eyes. "Carl," he mumbled.
"Hi Carl. I really love your Spider-Man shirt," I said, pointing to the faded graphic on his chest. "I have a magic tool here." I held up the chest piece of my stethoscope. "It tells me how strong your superpowers are. But it's a little cold. Do you want to touch it first?"