These guys were too damn young to be feeling all of that uncertainty and hurt. The thought of them lying in their beds at night, sad, maybe hungry, or worse…scared—I knew that gnawing feeling in the gut. I knew it intimately. The uncertainty of tomorrow, and the next day, and the next after that. What it was like to hear the muffled sobs of the girl in the next bed. It never really went away. Not for me. So, while they were with me, they had my undivided attention and much to Leo and Noah’s disappointment, consequences for their decisions.
