It was the record of a boy fighting to hold on to his own grip on reality while everyone he loved insisted the ground was solid.

I would spend a great deal of the following months making sure Leo understood that this had never been his job.

But in that moment I only reached across the island and put my hand over his, over the cold cover of that terrible, meticulous notebook, and I told him that I was not angry, and that he had done nothing wrong, and that I was going to take it from here.

He nodded.