LORENZO’S P.O.V.
My spine straightened immediately. “What happened?”
“I was going through the bag that Mum gave me when I came and I found something. It isn’t mine so I don’t know how it got here,” he pulled out a wrapper from his pocket and I analyzed it carefully.
I recognized the logo on it. It was from a restaurant downtown. I had never eaten there before but I knew of people who had and it was fairly popular. I knew Leo couldn’t have gotten the wrapper from the house. It had to have come with him.
“Are you sure it isn’t yours?” I asked and he nodded.
“Mum and I never went out to eat and Big Mac never brought us food from here,” he turned it over in his hands. “I wanted to throw it away but I thought it was important. I’ll just throw it away.”
“Wait, give it to me.” He placed it
