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arrived moments later.
As she checked Leo’s lungs, his pulse, his oxygen, he held my hand and whispered, “Did I do something wrong?”
I knelt beside him.
“No, baby.”
“Then why is Daddy leaving?”
I brushed wet hair from his forehead.
“Because grown-ups have to be responsible for what they do.”
His lip trembled.
“Is Grandpa Frank mad?”
“Yes,” I said. “But his continue reading …
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