“My old man was a piece of shit,” Leo said when I took his wrist in my hand, thumbing one of the scars just below his palm. “I protected Lori as well as I could from him, but neither of us really got out of that house without issues. When I was thirteen, he broke two of my ribs, my nose, and all the fingers on my right hand, because I told him I wanted to learn how to play piano, wanted to be a singer.
