ts' house. A sanctu

rowed with worry. Dad tried to m

e, about work. I couldn't br

the only one who wasn't afraid of me. He curled

later, I wo

ing, hea

tio below my bedroom

llen. The windo

d suffocating,

cre

She saw Leo.

d, not in sorrow for Leo, but in that same,

, strangled sound. A

loor. He saw Leo. He saw me, standing over them

etched with grief

hing. Something in my e

am footage later, the one we

e he ju

ted. Sounds b

rprisingly strong, press

en whisper, "It's

kne

sperate thought: