More importantly, Mark remembered where he lived.
A blue house not far from the park.
I went there that same day.
At first, I told myself I was just checking, but the truth was I already knew something wasn’t right. When Leo’s mother opened the door, she seemed surprised to see me, but also distracted, like someone trying to keep everything together without quite managing it.
I explained carefully, choosing my words so they wouldn’t sound like accusations, and told her what I had found inside the bear.
Her reaction said more than anything she could have explained.
She hadn’t known.
What followed wasn’t dramatic or immediate, but it mattered.
We talked.
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