When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
“I should’ve looked for you sooner.”
“Yes.”
“I believed them.”
“Yes.”
“I also let believing them be easier than questioning them.”
That was better.
At eight, Leo had been powerless.
At eighteen, less so.
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