"That would've been easier."
Another tear slipped down my face.
"I've read that letter hundreds of times. I still don't understand how someone I hurt could wish me happiness."
Leo wiped his eyes.
"I was just joking."
I looked at him.
"So were those girls."
"They said they were joking. They laughed. They went home and probably forgot all about it."
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I gently touched the photograph.
"But Daniel remembered. And so did I."
Leo covered his face.
"I didn't think."
"I know. I wasn't thinking either."
He started crying.
Not quietly.
Not politely.
The kind of crying that comes when shame finally catches up with you.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
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