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I spun back and forth in my chair, unable to focus on the half-written report on my computer. Barely fifteen minutes into the day, a first grader was in my office with a fever and looking green. His mom was back to pick him up as soon as she could get out of work. Without another little body needing attention or affection to keep me focused, I had taken to replaying my Saturday afternoon on a loop.
Leo told me to drive my car back to my house and showed up a half hour later with the parts and tools he needed to change it. I hadn’t even thought to ask how he knew where I lived. I watched from the little window in my sitting room while he got to work under the hood of my car. I wanted to be outside with him, but it was already dangerous to have him at my house and let him fix my car.
