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kitchen table. Leo stayed standing for a second, then finally sat across from me.

“Mom, can you sit down? Please?”

“Mom?” Leo whispered.

I couldn’t answer. I grabbed another letter.

“I don’t know if you hate me. My mother says you do. I don’t believe her, but I don’t know how to reach you otherwise.”

“Oh no, no, no,” I muttered.

“I know this looks bad.”

Leo continue reading …