Chapter 13

“Okay,” Leo said, for what felt like the hundredth time. He crouched in front of Gordy and tried to secure eye contact. Now that the dam had broken, the waters raged, and Gordy’s face was soaked. His cheeks were rose-red.

“I’m not going to tell you to stop crying, but I am going to ask you to breathe.” Leo took a deep breath through his nose, and slowly blew it out through his mouth, demonstrating. While he did that, he tried to put the puzzle pieces of Gordy’s story together. “Belinda is your mother’s animal?”

Gordy didn’t reply. Instead, he dropped onto his side and put an arm over his face.

“Wasyour mother’s animal?” Leo tried, doing his best to keep his voice gentle, and his tone non-committal. He really did want to reach out to Gordy—rub his back, wipe the tears off his face, hold his head, or offer whatever comforting gesture might help—but the last thing Leo, the goat, or Gordy needed to do was have Gordy lose his mind over non-consensual intimacy.