“You can’t change it,” Leo said. It wasn’t a question.
But Leo noticed.
Outside the kitchen window, the same gray car passed. The same man in the gray coat. past 4.11
She glanced at the wall clock, then at her own watch, then at the register’s digital display. Her smile didn’t waver. “Time for pie,” she said. “Apple or cherry?” “You can’t change it,” Leo said
Leo stood. His legs felt like sandbags. He walked to the door, turned the handle, and stepped through. “You can’t change it
“Mom,” he said.