Chapter 107: The hardest no

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Leo's brows knit together, but before he could say anything else, I went on speaking, blurting out the words that had been sitting heavy on me for the last day.

"My mother is having an affair with the dry cleaner. Or maybe not an affair, but a relationship. And she's selling our house, and they're going to travel."

"Um, what?" He shook his head. "Your mother? And the dry cleaner-wait, is that Shane?"

"Apparently." I crossed my arms over my chest, sinking back into the chair.

"Huh, really? Well, he's a nice guy."

I rolled my eyes. "I've already been well acquainted with the finer points of Saint Shane, thanks very much."

Leo nodded his head slowly. "Ah. Okay."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I frowned.

"Just that now I understand why you're here. You got upset at your mother, and so you came down here, looking for a place where you could run away."

Leo's words, spoken so matter-of-factly, struck so close to home that I flinched. "No. That's not why I'm here."

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