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

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years ago—only this time, it was out of love, not fear.

Later that afternoon, the late autumn sun was setting, casting long, warm shadows as we walked slowly up the concrete driveway toward our house—our true, undeniable home. Suddenly, Leo stopped in his tracks.

He slipped his brand-new, brightly colored superhero-themed backpack off his shoulders. continue reading …

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