“I didn’t say you did.”
“I didn’t run away for no reason.”
“I believe you.”
Those three words almost broke him.
His mouth opened.
Then closed.
His chin trembled once, and he pressed his lips tight like crying would get him in trouble.
Miss Jo sat across from him at the table.
Not too close.
Close enough.
“Tell me what you can,” she said. “Leave out what you continue reading …