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

his normally stern face.

“Congratulations, Leo Jenkins,” the judge said warmly, extending a hand across the massive desk.

Leo, now ten years old and proudly wearing a bright blue button-down shirt that he had meticulously picked out and ironed himself, practically vibrated with unrestrained excitement. He shook the judge’s hand firmly. He was no longer continue reading …