The sharp smell of damp oak leaves filled the air along the concrete walkway.

Leo held my hand tight, his small fingers wrapped around two of mine.

“Is Daddy coming back to our house tonight?” Leo asked in a small whisper.

“No, Leo,” I said.

“Daddy is going to stay somewhere else now.”

“Do we get to keep our house?” he asked, looking up at me.

“We keep the house, your bedroom, and the baby’s nursery,” I said.

Leo pulled his worn stuffed rabbit against his yellow cardigan and looked down at his shoes.