“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

glass, my breath fogging the pane. Out there, through the biting, hypothermic sheets of the downpour, a small, violently shivering shadow was huddled against the base of my porch railing. It was Leo. He was soaked to the bone, his small arms desperately clutching a cheap, faded canvas backpack against his chest as if it were a life preserver.

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