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made them tonight.” I whisper at the end, because I’m leaving now. I’m not supposed to call her Mommy anymore, ’cause that’s the rules.
    “French fries are my favorite!” She tosses me over her shoulder and steps toward the car. “Wait—where is your booster seat?”
    “Booster seat?” I crane my head around.
    “Do you have a booster seat, my man?”
    I try to shrug, even though I kinda can’t, ’cause I’m on her shoulder. “I dunno.”
    “It’s okay. We’ll figure out tomorrow. For now, how about I buckle you in right beside Larry the bear?”
    I hug her neck as she shifts me off her shoulder and lowers me into the back seat. She hands me a big, brown bear.
    “Tonight, you and Larry are going to a really nice lady named Amanda’s house. She likes to make cakes, and she sleeps with funny curlers in her hair. She’s kind of like a really nice grandmother.”
    She rubs my head, and gets into her seat in front.
    I start to gulp down air.
    We’re backed out of the driveway before she realizes.
    “Lucas, what’s wrong?”
    I start to cry. I just can’t stop.
    It’s really loud. I can’t stop.
    “Hang on, okay? I’ll pull over. Just a second. Okay. Okay.” The lights come on. I cover my face.
    Shelly is there. I feel her brush against me, unbuckling my seatbelt, sitting down beside me on the seat. She hugs me close to her. I cry like a dumb baby.
    “What’s the matter, honey? Talk to Shelly.”
    I cry more.
    The words are stuck inside my mouth. There’s no more air around to say them with.
    “No one wants me,” I say. “Only you.” I throw my arms around her and glue my body to her chest. “Shelly, will you be my Mommy? I love you, Shelly. Be my Mommy! Please, Mommy! I’ll be the best boy in the world!”
     
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    Leah 
 
    I hold him as silent tears flow down his cheeks. His shoulders and his chest tremble, but he never sobs. Even in this state, he’s holding back.
    His ribs are bruising a little darker and look puffy all around the gauze patch. It must hurt to cry.
    I whisper to him for a long time, saying, “it’s okay,” even though it isn’t. Even though my throat is so tight I’m afraid I won’t be able to draw my next breath. Even though I want to ask who Shelly is.
    I try my best to save my thoughts and feelings for later. I keep on whispering, and stroking his arms, and finally, he seems to fall asleep—or pass out.
    I wish I could put him in the tub, because I think there’s no way that wouldn’t feel good, but I don’t think I can get him in there. I can’t even get him to the shower, so I get towels and try to clean the blood off him and take care of a few more small cuts. I don’t take off his pants, just try to take care of his upper body and his face.
    He rouses a little, and I get him over to the carpet of his room. I pile blankets on him and he starts to shiver. His breathing is slow and shallow.
    “I want to stay,” he moans. “Please, can I stay?”
    “Of course you can. Don’t worry. You can stay as long as you want.”
    I’m really worried that he’s still not lucid. I might need to call a doctor. I get my phone and call the number Raymond left.
    “I think he needs a doctor,” I say quietly.
    “Have you checked his pupils?” Raymond asks.
    “No. Why can’t I call a real doctor? Is he afraid of them?”
    I have the sharp, bizarre impulse to tell Raymond everything I know about the man beside me. Find out what I can about him from Raymond. Does he know his Edgar’s triggers? Who’s been taking care of him? What kind of person refuses to see a doctor for ten years?
    He starts to whisper Shelly’s name again. I hold him, because he’s mine, and I can’t stand to see him hurt, but hearing her name gouges at my heart.
    “Please don’t leave me, Shelly. Please.” 
    “I’m sorry, Edgar. I won’t leave.”
    “Luke.” He frowns. “My name is Luke,” he whispers.
    “Okay, Luke.” I stroke his hair. “You’re okay. I’m here,