On a bed, there was a large teddy bear with a red ribbon. A name tag hung from it. Leah’s Bear.
His house in Seattle wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress of peace. There was no yelling. No sarcastic comments from Calvin. No one snickering when I dropped a fork. That first night, he made me pancakes for dinner. “Is… is that allowed?” I asked, staring at the chocolate chips. He looked at me, his expression unreadable.
