Instead, he stayed where he was, unmoving like a tiny mountain. “I want to go home,” he said.
“I understand,” I said. “I’ll take you home. We should tell the others first, and you’ll need to pack.”
Leo nodded and turned. I kept my hand on his shoulder, trying to offer comfort, as we approached the others. When they saw Leo and his downtrodden posture, they paused their game and came closer.
“What happened?” Raven asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I want to go home,” Leo said again, with a bit more conviction this time.
Raven looked up at me in what felt like accusation. They must have all seen me talking to Leo, and known that was when his mood shifted. But if she wanted an explanation, she wasn’t going to get it.
It wasn’t Raven’s fault that she wasn’t Claire, but I still felt a measure
