I Raised My Best Friend’s Orphaned Son for 12 Years-Then My Wife Showed Me What He’d Been Secretly Writing

the worn notebook.

Finally I stood up.

“Where is he?”

“Asleep.”

I walked down the hallway and opened Leo’s bedroom door.

Moonlight spilled across the room.

He lay asleep under his blanket, one arm wrapped around the same stuffed rabbit he had held in the hospital twelve years ago.

I sat beside his bed and gently brushed his hair away from his forehead.

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