Every night my neighbor’s son flashed SOS from his window—until one message forced me to run across the street and uncover a terrifying truth.

His shoulders sagged.

In frustration, he slammed the football into the ground. It bounced onto the sidewalk and rolled into the road.

He walked after it.

“Keep your elbow up,” I called when he picked it up. “And step into your throws.”

Leo looked at me with confusion, as though he wasn’t used to anyone speaking to him with any kindness.

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