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

through my entryway the second I yanked the heavy door open. Leo didn’t walk; he stumbled over the threshold, his thin lips a terrifying, oxygen-deprived shade of blue, his small frame vibrating with violent, uncontrollable tremors.

“Come here, sweetie, you’re absolutely freezing,” I urged, my voice tight with suppressed panic as I ushered him out of continue reading …