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

both hands and slammed it violently onto the hardwood floor right between us.

The cheap, strained zipper burst completely open under the heavy impact.

No colorful textbooks or scattered crayons spilled out onto the polished wood. Instead, the horrifying, unvarnished reality of Leo’s daily existence scattered directly at the towering officer’s heavy black continue reading …