“I really love him.
***
Now, Julian sat across from me, cutting chicken with his left hand.
Leo had been left-handed.
“So, Julian,” I said. “Where did you grow up?”
“Mostly Michigan,” he said. “A few towns, really.”
“Military family?”
“No, nothing like that. My dad moved around before I was born.”
Lila glanced at me. “Mom, don’t start.”
“I’m not starting. I’m asking.”
“Where did you grow up?
“That’s how you start the interrogations.”
Julian gave a careful smile. “It’s okay. My dad grew up near here.”
My chest tightened. “Near where?”
“A small town about forty-five minutes away.”
Leo’s town. It had to be.
