We’re going to help her

Leo’s POV

As the time approached for the boy to leave, I knew I had to address the situation, I had to speak up. Remaining silent would be a betrayal of everything I stood for. I couldn't just stand by and ignore the pain and suffering I had learned about. No real man could.

With a deep breath, I called Mrs. Gance into the office and asked the boy to wait outside. As she entered, I knew this conversation wouldn't be easy. But it was necessary. I needed to address the boy's situation head-on, to offer help and guidance in any way I could.

As Mrs. Gance took a seat, her eyes briefly flickering towards the window where her son was playing. She asked in a concerned tone, "What has he done now?"

I reassured her that although her son had a rough start, we had made good progress during the day. I mentioned that her son had agreed to return for further sessions tomorrow, hoping to ease some of her worry.

Then, taking a deep breath, I broached the more serious topic. "Mrs. Gance, your son conf