Leo stood at my bedroom door. He had his hand on the frame. He was about to leave. Then he stopped and turned his head. He looked right at me.
"Did Auntie call you?" he asked.
The room went cold. It felt like all the warm air just got sucked out of the window. My chest got tight. I could not breathe right. Just hearing that name did this to me. It always did. Auntie.
I shook my head fast. "No," I said. My voice was small. It sounded weak. "No, she did not call me."
Leo watched my face. He was checking to see if I was lying. He knew I hid things sometimes. Like the asthma attack at school. But I was not lying about this. I would never lie about her. If she called me, I would panic. I would tell him right away.
He let out a hard breath. "Good," he said. His voice was low and rough. "Kee
