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"Hey, champ," Mark said, clapping his son’s shoulder. "How’s the sleeping situation? Still cramped?"

That was the lie.

Leo listened to the muffled sounds of his parents—his father, his stepmother—greeting each other. A kiss. A laugh. share bed with stepmom

"I’m not your friend, either. Or your savior." A pause. "I’m just someone who got married too fast to a man who works nights, and now I share a bed with his son because we can’t afford a bigger place."

It wasn’t about sex. That’s what made it dangerous. "Hey, champ," Mark said, clapping his son’s shoulder

Then nothing.

That night, Leo put his pillow on the floor. Leo listened to the muffled sounds of his

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