things about you.”
Alex swallowed.
“I know.”
Leo shook his head.
“No, you don’t.”
His expression was far too serious for a five-year-old.
“If she said bad things about you, then it would be easier for me to hate you.”
Alex lowered himself until they were eye level.
“You have every right to be angry with me.”
Leo asked the question Alex had feared most.
“Are you going to leave again?”
Alex could have promised anything.
Instead, he chose the only answer he believed he could prove.
“I’m going to
